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the corner notes: pop up books
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Thoughts and writings of Axel McGown. Monday, June 10, 2013. You take me to the valley that you’ve told me I smell like. And I’ve never been here but with your hand in mine, I feel at home. On the way, you narrate a physical history of you,. Weaving a landscape of lazy river drifting and 35 kilometer per hour car crashes,. Before my tired eyes, events come to life like some kind of pop up picture book,. The pages of which I sleepily turn while listening to my bedtime story. Like no one ever has,. I’...
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the corner notes: educated virgin
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Thoughts and writings of Axel McGown. Tuesday, May 28, 2013. This is a poem I wrote. Kinda self explanatory. I hope it makes you feel really awkward (like maybe how you feel reading poems I wrote about my ex-girlfriend) and that you regret creeping my blog and not leaving comments. Kidding. I'm kidding. I hope it illuminates a part of my soul that you may be unfamiliar with and that it brings us closer in strange and beautiful ways. I’m not a whore,. I’m just an educated virgin,. For them to break or bend.
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the corner notes: March 2013
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Thoughts and writings of Axel McGown. Tuesday, March 12, 2013. Stolen (a book review). The plot of the book is pretty simple. There are two characters: Gemma and Ty. It's written from Gemma's perspective as a letter to Ty, who kidnaps her in the Bangkok airport and takes her to middle-of-nowhere Australia. I kept thinking about how I would react to the same situation. Would I be as feisty and venomous as Gemma? It was worth the wait. Maybe a little bit slow for a psychological thriller novel but if y...
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the corner notes: September 2013
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Thoughts and writings of Axel McGown. Tuesday, September 24, 2013. Today marks three weeks since my mom dropped me off at my first day of school, leaving me in the parking lot alone to swim through the murky waters of public education. I guess I'm a college kid now. Go figure. It's made me wonder all of the things that I was already wondering to a greater degree. Like, what is the point of life? When I started to write this, I typed the title in first, 'new cups.' I wanted to talk about getting accus...
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the corner notes: February 2013
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Thoughts and writings of Axel McGown. Sunday, February 24, 2013. Losing count of my existential crises. The rejection of all religious and moral principles, often in the belief that life is meaningless. Extreme skepticism, according to which nothing in the world has a real existence. I don't remember enough to go into it in detail but suffice it to say that the universe is unimaginably big. Literally. I reached a point where I couldn't imagine the universe having no edge but I also couldn't imagi...If yo...
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the corner notes: January 2013
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Thoughts and writings of Axel McGown. Wednesday, January 16, 2013. I've been wanting to post something for days. I think about writing poetry and a phrase will wander across my desert island mind and take up in a palm tree hammock. Something like this. I fell in love in the rain drenched. Months of winter and. I have been struggling to untangle. My fingers from her hair. Here's to two hundred and thirty-one. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The cover of NIGHT SWIMMING! Don't Call Me Rachel.
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the corner notes: May 2013
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Thoughts and writings of Axel McGown. Tuesday, May 28, 2013. This is a poem I wrote. Kinda self explanatory. I hope it makes you feel really awkward (like maybe how you feel reading poems I wrote about my ex-girlfriend) and that you regret creeping my blog and not leaving comments. Kidding. I'm kidding. I hope it illuminates a part of my soul that you may be unfamiliar with and that it brings us closer in strange and beautiful ways. I’m not a whore,. I’m just an educated virgin,. For them to break or bend.
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the corner notes: December 2012
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Thoughts and writings of Axel McGown. Friday, December 14, 2012. Everything except the last thing. The world is kind of shitty sometimes so I'm just going to tell you a story about nice bus drivers in a small town. I've come to count on buses being late. I know this isn't a particularly sound habit. It's cynical. Today, I learned that it can also be destructive. Spoiler: I missed my bus today. Twice. I ran anyway. I hoped it would be late leaving. It wasn't. Links to this post. Monday, December 10, 2012.
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the corner notes: June 2013
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Thoughts and writings of Axel McGown. Monday, June 10, 2013. You take me to the valley that you’ve told me I smell like. And I’ve never been here but with your hand in mine, I feel at home. On the way, you narrate a physical history of you,. Weaving a landscape of lazy river drifting and 35 kilometer per hour car crashes,. Before my tired eyes, events come to life like some kind of pop up picture book,. The pages of which I sleepily turn while listening to my bedtime story. Like no one ever has,. I’...
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the corner notes: July 2013
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Thoughts and writings of Axel McGown. Monday, July 15, 2013. A thank you poem (and a social skills rant). I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t know what to write. In my relatively English assignment free unschooled life. I fight to figure out what to say,. Five hours in advance of a shindig,. Where I won’t wear a gown or walk across a stage in a funny hat as my name is read off a list,. Because this is Nelson’s hippy school,. And that’s just not how we roll. To a place where the answer to the question.
