The Cold Liter is an experiment in lucid thinking: where analysis, autobiography, and language study converge. It’s a place for essays that stay curious even when the world goes numb.
I wonder…
*can pop music, poetry, or digital media function as living laboratories for linguistics?
*can linguistic literacy, or our ability to see language as constructed, liberate us from verbal taboos and fear-based control?
*what does linguistic conservation look like in a culture of constant noise?
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Town of Finding Out About the Love of God, Anne Carson
I had made a mistake.
Before this day.
Now my suitcase is ready.
Two hardboiled eggs.
For the journey are stored.
In the places where.
My eyes were.
Like a current.
Carrying a twig.
The sobbing made me.
Audible to you.
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