Being a protohipster snob in 2001, before the advent of any support industry, seemed like a full-time job. On the other hand, the emergence of this industry marked the end of hipster as a subculture.

↩︎ The Hedgehog Review

German soldiers calmly strolled in our streets. They filmed everything. Laughed. Before the war we had a favorite game—we made drawings of Germans. We drew them with big teeth. Fangs. And now they’re walking around… Young, handsome… With handsome grenades tucked into the tops of their sturdy boots. 

↩︎ The Paris Review

What is a name, when you get down to it? It isn’t something you can hold squarely in your hand like a lump of gold. It’s wholly immaterial. It can make you feel like a god before your time—but equally, maybe, a ghost in your own life.

↩︎ The London Review of Books

Eric Garner worked / for some time for the Parks and Rec. / Horticultural Department, which means / perhaps, that with his very large hands, / perhaps, in all likelihood, / he put gently into the earth / some plants which, most likely, some of them, in all likelihood, continue to grow

↩︎ Poets.org