Addendum to the Addendum: Ana Ng
December 16, 2007 by at 11:01 am
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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Make a hole with a gun perpendicular / To the name of this town in a desktop globe / Exit wound in a foreign nation / Showing the home of the one this was written for / My apartment looks upside down from there / Water spirals the wrong way out the sink / And her voice is a backwards record / It’s like a whirlpool, and it never ends / (Ann) / Ana Ng and I are getting old / and we still haven’t walked in the glow / of each other’s majestic presence / (Listen Ann) / Listen Ana hear my words / They’re the ones you would think I would say / if there was a me for you / All alone at the ’64 World’s Fair / Eighty dolls yelling “Small girl after all” / Who was at the DuPont Pavillion? / Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there? / Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire / To the horn on the pole at the bus depot / And in back of the edge of hearing / These are the words that the voice was repeating: / (Ann) / Ana Ng and I are getting old / and we still haven’t walked in the glow / of each other’s majestic presence / (Listen Ann) / Listen Ana hear my words / They’re the ones you would think I would say / if there was a me for you / When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge: / “I don’t want the world, I just want your half” / They don’t need me here and I know you’re there / Where the world goes by like the humid air / And it sticks like a broken record / Everything sticks like a broken record / Everything sticks until it goes away / And the truth is we don’t know anything / (Ann) / Ana Ng and I are getting old / and we still haven’t walked in the glow / of each other’s majestic presence / (Listen Ann) / Listen Ana hear my words …