My father is tending a sick pony. My brother and I are kept awake by the moaning of ghosts in a toy telephone. We dance and clap our hands to chase them out. Jorgen hangs the haunted thing on the doorknob. In the morning, Robert Redford has just stepped out of his truck, which is parked in the living room. His wife is inside. I mention that the truck looks much smaller today, about the size of a refrigerator on its side. Robert says something about the pressures of publicity, and another famous family nods sympathetically, grinning and showing their perfect, white teeth.

For your edification and delight, the following flotation devices are offered:

flotson - concerning duende and the portable stallion; musings on poesis in convenient, bite-sized chiclets.
mise en abyme - concerning the synergistic effects of Google and intoxicants; a prolegomena to any future metaphysics.
flanerie - concerning the cosmopolis, ubiquitous technologies and decisive moments; Bell, Bresson and Baudelaire, a triple threat in the age of Nokia.
oneironautica - concerning hypnogogia; an archaeology of sleep.



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