Mark Scott

"the best damned poet in the business"

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I Dream of Denver by David Brooks

  Urban planners are human. They have dreams that Americans will taste the fruit of over-consumption and repent. They’ll move back to the core. They’ll ride bicycles more, build smaller homes and buy tinier fridges, rediscover denser ways of living and the joys of superior beer. Americans look over the next horizon. They don’t want to go Dutch. Amsterdam is a wonderful city, and so is New York, but Americans […]

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Sum Datum Rising

The maples in their robust red knock me out. I’ll never be that good. We don’t have a smoking gun of a smoking gun. Die down and go to sleep. I have a carbon cough. I’m turning into my father. No. My father’s turning into me. He turned into me a long time ago. Now he’s rising in me. He was baked in at birth, his and mine both. Twice […]

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Messaging Apes

I’m one of the bottom 25 million messaging apes. Have we achieved the obliteration of those people? Risks can be babies, study finds, and prawns cocaine addicts. A type of bread made out of porn. Burger King is the latest brand to use depression as a marketing tool. “Not everybody wakes up happy.” William Graham Sumner “had learned since middle age eight European languages in addition to the Hebrew, Greek, […]

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The Nth Crusade

In 1217, Pope Innocent III, who thought man was spit, piss, and dung, who coined the phrase persona ficta for Christendom, sanctioned another pilgrimage to Jerusalem. The crusaders reached Egypt and the Fertile Crescent in late May, 1218. Saint Francis preached to them of peace in August. They took Damietta in November. They were in no hurry. Three years passed. They kept expecting Frederick II, King of the Romans, to […]

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A Father’s Lawn

I too used to complain, after him, that I had to cut it all; now it looks no wider than a grade-school hall. Where did the room for the pattern he’d send me on go, from him and the well-top down and in, past the spruce? If I’d keep two feet in where he hated to see the gravel get over the brick and into the grass, I might fall […]

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Why This Website Address and Tagline?

On the day I graduated from college in 1982, a fellow graduate, who for two years had been very generous with her steady supply of cocaine, threw a party with her housemates. We were all friends. She told us her father would be there. We had never met him, but somehow we knew him as “a shipping magnate.” And then there he was. Dave, Jon, Jonathan, Cal, and I stood […]

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In Far Colorado

Illumination of it came from London, in a room I didn’t understand, boy–sized, but bigger than a coffin. The wallpaper had roan stallions flanked by cowboys and Indians, all grounded on a big blue sky. I lay on the bed like a shovel, either hand in spitting distance of a pint of White Horse and a puck of Skoal, part of the cartoon; but the cloud drawn over me shed […]

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