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2 | title: Autocento of the breakfast table | ||
3 | id: first-lines | ||
4 | subtitle: index of first lines | ||
5 | genre: prose | ||
6 | |||
7 | project: | ||
8 | title: About Autocento | ||
9 | class: meta | ||
10 | next: | ||
11 | - title: About _Autocento_ | ||
12 | link: about | ||
13 | prev: | ||
14 | - title: Index of common titles | ||
15 | link: common-titles | ||
16 | ... | ||
17 | |||
18 | [He was born on a few separate occasions _green traffic lights at night_](about-the-author.html) | ||
19 | [_Autocento of the breakfast table_ is a hypertextual exploration of the workings of revision across time.](about.html) | ||
20 | [Case Duckworth is the cowardly but lovable Great Dane who solves mysteries on TV.](about_author.html) | ||
21 | [_Autocento of the breakfast table_ is my Master's thesis, an inter/hypertextual exploration of the workings of inspiration, revision, and obsession.](abstract.html) | ||
22 | [Lost things have a way of staying lost.](amber-alert.html) | ||
23 | [And you were there at the start of it all](and.html) | ||
24 | [Abraham, Abraham, you are old and cannot hear:](angeltoabraham.html) | ||
25 | [So it's the fucking moon. Big deal. As if](apollo11.html) | ||
26 | [What is poetry?](arspoetica.html) | ||
27 | [Paul was writing in his diary about art.](art.html) | ||
28 | [Paul took his axe and went out into the woods to chop trees.](axe.html) | ||
29 | [After searching for days or even months](big-dipper.html) | ||
30 | [Now the ticking clocks scare me.](boar.html) | ||
31 | [When he said Bible I heard his southern accent](boy_bus.html) | ||
32 | [_ART and CRAFT are only the inside and outside of the same building.](building.html) | ||
33 | [Like _40_ as I challenge anyone to come too!](call-me-aural-pleasure.html) | ||
34 | [He woke up after eleven and didn't go outside all day, not even to his Writing Shack.](cereal.html) | ||
35 | [Man of autumn, cold wind,](cold-wind.html) | ||
36 | [`tr` has been a part of the Unix toolset since the late 70s.](collage-instrument.html) | ||
37 | [So two hyperintelligent pandimensional beings](creation-myth.html) | ||
38 | [The dead man finds his way into our hearts](deadman.html) | ||
39 | [When I think of death I think](death-zone.html) | ||
40 | [He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing](deathstrumpet.html) | ||
41 | [I turned off the TV as soon as the end credits began.](dollywood.html) | ||
42 | [It had gotten cold.](dream.html) | ||
43 | [_YOU CANNOT DISCOVER ART ART MUST BE CREATED_ he sat on the couch at home while his mother watched TV and smoked.](early.html) | ||
44 | [Say there are no words. Say that we are conjoined](elegyforanalternateself.html) | ||
45 | [I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.](epigraph.html) | ||
46 | [Bottom of the drink: they had](ex-machina.html) | ||
47 | [I didn't write this sestina yesterday.](exasperated.html) | ||
48 | ["Is man the natural thing that makes unnatural things" he thought to himself as he looked out the kitchen window at the shed.](father.html) | ||
49 | [You never can tell just when Charlie Sheen will enter your life.](feedingtheraven.html) | ||
50 | [Tonight, as I look up, the stars](finding-the-lion.html) | ||
51 | [His mother ran out of the house in her nightgown.](fire.html) | ||
52 | [Look, I say---look here---](found-typewriter-poem.html) | ||
53 | [He looked down at his hands idly while he was typing.](hands.html) | ||
54 | [You think building Hoggle's a hard game?](hard-game.html) | ||
55 | [His mother drove him to the Hardware Store on a Tuesday.](hardware.html) | ||
56 | [I was away on vacation when I heard---](howithappened.html) | ||
57 | [This book is an exploration of life, of all possible lives that could be lived.](howtoread.html) | ||
58 | [_It's all jokes_ Paul wrote in what he was now calling his Hymnal.](hymnal.html) | ||
59 | [I am a great pillar of white smoke.](i-am.html) | ||
60 | [I thought I saw you walking](i-think-its-you.html) | ||
61 | [I want to say I take it all back](i-want-to-say.html) | ||
62 | [I wanted to tell you something in order to](i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html) | ||
63 | [I hear the rats run](in-bed.html) | ||
64 | [There is a theory which states the Universe](initial-conditions.html) | ||
65 | [January.](january.html) | ||
66 | [He wrote _**JOKES**_ on the top of a page in his notebook.](joke.html) | ||
67 | [Walter rides the bus into work on Wednesday morning when he realizes, with the force and surprise of a rogue current, that he is in the home-for-death phase of life.](lappel-du-vide.html) | ||
68 | [What secrets does it hold?](largest-asteroid.html) | ||
69 | [Dimly remembered celebrity chefs shuffle](last-bastion.html) | ||
70 | [Memory works strangely, spooling its thread](last-passenger.html) | ||
71 | [He shrugged the wood off his shoulder, letting it fall with a clog onto the earth floor of his Writing Shack.](leaf.html) | ||
72 | [His first chair was a stool.](leg.html) | ||
73 | [The definition of happiness is *doing stuff that you really like*.](likingthings.html) | ||
74 | [If you swallow hard enough](listen.html) | ||
75 | [God is love, they say, but there is](love-as-god.html) | ||
76 | [Walking along in the dark is a good way to begin a song.](lovesong.html) | ||
77 | [_THIS MAN REFUSED TO OPEN HIS EYES_](man.html) | ||
78 | [What is a poem?](manifesto_poetics.html) | ||
79 | [The moon is drowning the stars it pushes them](moon-drowning.html) | ||
80 | [The moon is gone and in its place a mirror.](moongone.html) | ||
81 | [The other side of this mountain](mountain.html) | ||
82 | [A dog moving sideways is sick; a man moving sideways is drunk.](movingsideways.html) | ||
83 | [Silence lies underneath us all in the same way](music-433.html) | ||
84 | [While swimming in the river](no-nothing.html) | ||
85 | [Paul began typing on notecards.](notes.html) | ||
86 | [Nothing is ever over; nothing](nothing-is-ever-over.html) | ||
87 | [How does one describe a poem?](on-genre-dimension.html) | ||
88 | [Whenever you call me friend](one-hundred-lines.html) | ||
89 | [I think that I could write formal poems](onformalpoetry.html) | ||
90 | [What did he do when he was in the woods?](options.html) | ||
91 | [He said at the beginning, "It's like rolling yarn into a too-small ball.](ouroboros_memory.html) | ||
92 | [CONTENTS OF THE SHED](paul.html) | ||
93 | ["My anger is like a peach," he said.](peaches.html) | ||
94 | [Importance is important.](philosophy.html) | ||
95 | ["Hello Paul this is Jill Jill Noe remember me" the voice on the phone was a woman's.](phone.html) | ||
96 | [EVERYTHING CHANGES OR EVERYTHING](planks.html) | ||
97 | [I need a plant. I need a thing](plant.html) | ||
98 | [I'm writing this now because I have to.](poetry-time.html) | ||
99 | [Of course, there is a God.](prelude.html) | ||
100 | [The problem with people is this: we cannot be happy.](problems.html) | ||
101 | [_Autocento of the breakfast table_ is an inter/hypertextual exploration of the workings of inspiration, revision, and obsession.](process.html) | ||
102 | [Nothing matters; everything is sacred.](proverbs.html) | ||
103 | [When he finally got back to work he was surprised they threw him a party.](punch.html) | ||
104 | [Okay, so as we said in the Prelude, there either is or isn't a God.](purpose-dogs.html) | ||
105 | ["Do you have to say your thoughts out loud for them to mean anything" Paul asked Jill on his first coffee break at work.](question.html) | ||
106 | [Sometimes I feel as though I am not a real writer.](real-writer.html) | ||
107 | ["Paul, you can't turn in your reports on four-by-six notecards" Jill told him after he handed her his reports, typed carefully on twelve four-by-six notecards.](reports.html) | ||
108 | [Inside of my memory, the poem is another memory.](riptide_memory.html) | ||
109 | [When Ronald McDonald takes off his striped shirt,](ronaldmcdonald.html) | ||
110 | [I lost my hands & knit replacement ones](roughgloves.html) | ||
111 | [He chopped down a sapling pine tree and looked at his watch.](sapling.html) | ||
112 | [On your desk I set a tangerine:](seasonal-affective-disorder.html) | ||
113 | [I only write poems on the bus anymore.](sense-of-it.html) | ||
114 | [The self is a serengeti](serengeti.html) | ||
115 | ["What do you do all day in that shed out back" his mother asked one night while they ate dinner in front of the TV.](shed.html) | ||
116 | [He builds a ship as if it were the last thing](shipwright.html) | ||
117 | [If Justin Bieber isn't going for the sixteenth](sixteenth-chapel.html) | ||
118 | [_I don't care if they burn_ he wrote on his last blank notecard.](snow.html) | ||
119 | [in mammals the ratio between bladder size](something-simple.html) | ||
120 | [My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.](spittle.html) | ||
121 | [He is so full in himself:](squirrel.html) | ||
122 | ["Riding the bus to work is a good way to think or to read" Paul thought to himself on the bus ride to work.](stagnant.html) | ||
123 | ["Can one truly describe an emotion?" Eli asked me over the walkie-talkie.](statements-frag.html) | ||
124 | [It was a gamble](stayed-on-the-bus.html) | ||
125 | [He walked into the woods for the first time in months.](stump.html) | ||
126 | [This poem is dry like chapped lips.](swansong-alt.html) | ||
127 | [Swans fly overhead singing goodbye](swansong.html) | ||
128 | [EVERYTHING CHANGES OR EVERYTHING STAYS THE SAME](swear.html) | ||
129 | [ 4. The look she gave me 4. Half-hours in heaven are three times](table_contents.html) | ||
130 | [_Apparently typewriters need ribbon.](tapestry.html) | ||
131 | [It was one of those nameless gray buildings that could be seen from the street only if Larry craned his neck to almost vertical.](telemarketer.html) | ||
132 | [My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen,](the-night-we-met.html) | ||
133 | [Waiting for a reading to start](the-sea_the-beach.html) | ||
134 | [We found your shirt deep in the dark water,](theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html) | ||
135 | [I wish I'd kissed you when I had the chance.](time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html) | ||
136 | [There are more modern ideals of beauty](todaniel.html) | ||
137 | [Paul only did his reading on the toilet.](toilet.html) | ||
138 | [He couldn't find a shirt to go to work in.](toothpaste.html) | ||
139 | [TREATISE ON LITERATURE AS "SPOOKY](treatise.html) | ||
140 | [He dropped the penny in the dryer, turned it on, and turned around.](underwear.html) | ||
141 | [I can walk through the rain, that rare occurrence](walking-in-the-rain.html) | ||
142 | [He didn't go back into the shed for a long time.](wallpaper.html) | ||
143 | [I saw two Eskimo girls playing a game](weplayedthosegamestoo.html) | ||
144 | [There is a cave just outside of Flagstaff made from ancient lava flows.](what-we-are-made-of.html) | ||
145 | [Your casserole dish takes the longest:](when-im-sorry-i.html) | ||
146 | [_**HYMN 386: JOKES**_](window.html) | ||
147 | [Somewhere I remember reading advice for beginning writers not to show their work to anyone, at least that in the early stages.](words-irritable-reaching.html) | ||
148 | ["How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, / and frightening that it does not quite," Jack Gilbert opens his poem "The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart."](words-meaning.html) | ||
149 | [The radio is screaming the man](worse-looking-over.html) | ||
150 | [He sat down at his writing desk and removed his new pen from its plastic wrapping.](writing.html) | ||
151 | [While chopping a tree in the woods with his hatchet (a Christmas gift from his mother) a bird he'd never heard before cried out.](x-ray.html) | ||
152 | [He would enter data at work for fifty minutes and then go on break.](yellow.html) | ||
153 | [](trunk/first-lines.html) | ||