Eric Paul Shaffer



My Dream of Gary Snyder

one for Joe Mills In mine, I gaze upward at a REM-state version of that spacy restaurant at LAX, the disk with a 360-degree diadem of windows, and I’m ascending a staircase on one elegant, arched white strut curving to …

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Pope Innocent the Last Addresses the Crowd from The Gallows

As God’s first servant, I’m here to reveal His secret: we’re entertainment. We’re a spectacle for clouds, who admire our constant changes and read mystic meaning into our shifting shapes. For the wind and waves, who rub us like stones, …

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What I’ll Miss When I’m Gone

I will miss the light. The south windows allow the sun to fill the rooms from morning to dusk. After all, without light, there is little to see, wall to wall, window to door, ceiling to floor, nothing but nothing …

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Obviously

If you want a “u,” you strike the “u” key, not the “i,” the “b,” or the “c.” None of us doubts the design. It’s obvious to all who lack the genius to create an algorithm of such majesty and …

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