Greg Correll
Greg Correll
- Location
- New Paltz, New York, US
- Birthday
- September 21
- Title
- Founder, Chief of Deselopy (small packages); Editor (doesthismakesense.com)
- Company
- small packages, inc.
- Bio
- I write.
MY RECENT POSTS
- i am all here
February 09, 2012 11:20PM - for rocky
February 05, 2012 11:27PM - Found
January 19, 2012 12:14AM - safety quiz
January 06, 2012 10:06AM - bold daughters
December 27, 2011 11:30PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “jewish head, catholic
torso, buddhist heart, sufi
arm,
dervish hand”
February 10, 2012 10:29AM - “Huzzah!! I like all of
this news.”
February 07, 2012 01:14PM - “love the red berries in
the branches”
February 06, 2012 08:05AM - “I envy you this father,
and the gifts he gave you.
Well done,
Jon.”
February 06, 2012 07:54AM - “Here's my all time
fave:
ECHO......
..............................
.................…”
January 23, 2012 06:22PM
Greg Correll's Links
- New list
- how it goes
- I smell lilacs (EP)
- For Gedalya on Yom Hashoah (EP)
- the truth lies (EP)
- O'Dizzyus lost in the Wyandotte C-Store
- His Holiness at rest
- heiroglyphics
- lag time
- How to not fight on OS
- A Concordance with Livy. For R.
- more more more
- Wash of Cilantro
- To Paul, who drank himself to death and died on St. Paddy's
- Deus, Redactus (EP)
- How to Face Life's Difficulties (EP)
- facing fear
- why I am the way I am
- HAXXXION channel lineup!
- to me at 17: run!
- convolutions
- kitsey (EP)
- I heart Maria (EP)
- The Right isn't wrong. They're just stuck. (EP)
- june bug boys (EP)
- my daughter Molly on OS
- Love Shack
- Crooked Pinky
- Walking Softly, Open Arms.
- more more works
- the good line
- crossroads (EP)
- symphony of space
- you got grit?
- redaction (EP)
- eye inside
- conatus interruptus
- my father's brace
- On Mysogyny: Girls, can we talk?
- I re-solve
- I am still, among the living
- whistle in the dark
- a fable for grown-ups
- my other art
- give thanksing
- Low Affect
- writ off
- the fat of my thumb
- Left and Right, sorted out.
- We are not fossils
- Trim Tab
- Van Damme, great actor
- I Sing of Elysian OS!
- The Answer.
- Raised on barley water.
- Obama is a Confederate Spy!
- suzy says so
- on lavender hill with the bike ghouls
- New Colors
- An Open Letter
- a homely error, certainty.
- 15 books that changed my life
- Funny matters. Seriously.
- the seventh bloom
- gone, but for the grace
- Firsts, bitter, lovely and true
- more works
- runaway life, redux
- lamentation for my unfinished degree
- Dead Woman Blues
- Republican Cavity Search
- Poem: To Ramona
- Poem: Lydia the Tattooed Lady
- Shorty Dies. I Don't. (EP)
- what really happened (EP)
- Dominionist Christianity
- oops.
- We are infants in a pitiless nursery.
- sitting with Them
- beau regard prairie
- tympani heart
- pre-owned prophylactics
- Trying on White
- part man
- rare elements
- How to respond to TV commercials
- a car called a go go
- we are the helium beast
- children gone
- manly manure
- waiting for word
- My lovely daughters
- lucky boy
- I am compromised
- no one wins online fights
- do I earn your attention?
- bear it, and build
- I am dead
- we save the other boy (EP)
- wise achers (OS honesty. at last.)
- bitteroot kiss
- my works
- Karma is an uncompassionate idea
- baby gone (EP)
- runaway life
- My Nana passed, for 60 years
- Santa Claus & the Channukah Yenta at the Palm Beach Galleria
- Yo, word: the case for Zizzy
- Slumdog Millionaire is priceless.
- 25. They might as well be the hard truths.
- Be Kinder, but Sharper: an OS manifesto
- Is this heaven?
- debunking me
- the girl in the Haight, 1970
- one of one
- if her cancer wins
- Xeno at the Hotel
- Cheap! Inchheria, Fatuoucid, Exposa, Melancoch, Pregnot
- Falsifiability and the Heat Death of the Universe
- Angels in Dark Masks
- What a bullet knows.
- Read This Post or I'll Shoot This Blog!
- My father dies clean.
- a n d b r e a t h e . . .
- the funny thing about minor imperfections...
- My first kiss
- ode to her womb
- Anger makes you stupid. So marry well.
- Civilization starts with a meal.
- do i get this?
- Noah Counts
- My Dad's Playboys (EP)
- best.guitar.solo.ever.
- Gidget Meets Hercules
- My Obama Post(er)
- An African Obama Poem. I mean:wow.
- If I Am
- Soul Free
- First Names
- way to go
- Little Shit (EP)
- Bad Pants
- Movie: Babette's Feast
- what i do
- small packages, inc.
- wrapIT
Who do I inhabit?
Am I a small Mis-step or
a god-almighty Quake,
reaching for a spoon?
Am I an inner tremble
rising from deep in skin or
a cataclysm under
blooded rudderless sponge?
Am I essential tremor
and ordinary collapse,
… Read full post »
We rattle through Brooklyn under the elevated M train, that brown
and unlovely line. Anonymous in a rented van, we are moving Rocky's
portfolios, her chair and bed and etceteras, her bags of things, to
her Manhattan FIT dorm. They took the subway in after/
No. It's not.
They turn my hands and watch me walk, hold one arm and elbow while making me touch finger to thumb, and they nod and query – did you know you do/… Read full post »
safety quiz
Use a sharp Number Two pencil. Read all the questions carefully. Find the best answer and write its letter in the margin next to the question. You can re-use any of the answers if you think they apply. None of this counts on your final grade, but we will… Read full post »
bold daughters
make a firm declaration, and
strike out on their own road.
I like bold daughters who hesitate just enough,
daven just a little, to be balanced and nimble along the way,
to be sure-footed in the inevitable ruts and gravel and rain.
I
… Read full post »
persistent stick
I become a writer in this room
a pure flame in a tinderbox
a shattered limb with a sole green bud
a sonic boom in a hollow tomb
a phosphoric lotus under crushing tides
my broken hand pulls stainless wire
deadly thin and set within
a line of… Read full post »
Trampled by Rudolph
Here comes Santa Claus
Breaking all the laws
Speeding in his sleigh!
If you don't want to be
Trampled by Rudolph
… Read full post »kissing distance
At kissing distance
we love attentive eyes
the fold on the jaw near the ear
the slope of a shoulder
the velvet feel of a cheek
we love as if breath and skin and beat
are one
age and color and plumbing
disappointment and grief and raw
… Read full post »Last night with Salon
It was a great event. So much energy, so many quick wits. I had no alcohol, so I could keep up. Cranky Cuss is right: Emily is sweet, attentive, and has a harried look, like someone who reads way too many OS posts every day. I can't imagine the intellectual challenge, and workload,… Read full post »
Kourtney and Kim Occupy Manhattan
Waddling away from the helicopter, Kim teetered in the gusting wind, and dropped her $32,000 custom-made Louis Vuitton ostrich-hatchling-skin size-all bag, spilling $27,000 worth of dna-matched whipped-civit-cat makeup, a $58,000 ruby-encrusted iPhone, a ziploc bag of invaluable pharmaceutical… Read full post »
creation myth
Once upon a time there was no time
and god was like every other god:
all of them fine, and any and every was divine.
Being was just Be.
No thing but hum. Every one keen.
Then god who was not God in no time at all
felt a ripple… Read full post »
I will roll your trousers up
where piny cliffs tumble
to the combed spray and pocketed sand,
and will there be books?
Flat on my back after a day's false labor
I want a comma cove inside,
all wild breakers far away,/… Read full post »
OK, so a lot of the demonstrators were from Woodstock, right next door. But we demonstrated in nearby Kingston, on our own actual Wall Street, in front of the Wells Fargo Office. Besides, Woodstock is already occupied, and for over forty years.
Kingston, New York, is in Ulster County,… her honey-smack smile
Before her
love was
tender regard of an other
in the cold face of an other
and I lived in the margins of death's book.
Her art, her blurt,
her intrusion into me
is still now, still present.
It is in the word I want.
It is how she/… Read full post »
Punished, locked in the backyard, leaning on the dandelion fork, I watch my two bare feet. I love bare feet.
I squinch the Kansas crabgrass. I love the yuck, the chlorophyll stain, God's smeary paint on my boy toes.
I have the grip-foot: grass stuck in slender, cringing… Read full post »
a prayer to hour devourer
O Great Abridged-to-Nowhere and Digressive Textuaa,
O Limited Characters of Unlimited Assertions,
O Holy Hexadecimal 3B5998, the FB Blue,
O Towering and Shimmering Wall of Sacred Vapidity,
O Ephors of Infinite You- and Me-dia Without Citation,
O Hour Devourer,
O FB! Hear my ple/… Read full post »
7 Questions: Massimo Pigliucci
I went to hear
Massimo Pigliucci
"Stop!"I start, apish, at the puppy.
"You're a repetitive little jerk," I tell her. I don't blink. She doesn't blink back. I hate dogs.
I hate having to train a seven-month-old anything. This is the last one, goddamnit.
"You're the last one," I say straight into those yellow Chihuahuan/… Read full post »
Open Letter to Salon's Lind
I love that you wrote about this, Michael. I sometimes think there is a "cone of silence" around secular and Humanist writing. It's as if it doesn't exist. So kudos on noticing and taking it seriously.… Read full post »
Critical Thinking Podcasts
We live in an amazing time. Today, most private citizens in first-world countries – heck, anyone with their own computers or a local public library – have access to podcasts about logic, reason, rationality, critical thinking, science, and scholarship of all kinds. Yale's free onli… Read full post »
baby gone (OC: first post, 12/08, & first EP)
I say, I try to say: I didn't understand, I didn't grow up. I didn't know how much...
Wet are my hands, my arms, my cheeks and my chin, all kinds of wet: fresh ropey wet from my nose like a river
… Read full post »Free Will is an Illusion
Free will is an illusion. Operationally, it exists at the local
level – I "choose" to go left instead of right – but it
does not actually exist.
We cannot choose to do anything other than those things that a
human ape can do, on planet Earth, limited by the physical laws… Read full post »
You know that sensation when you repeat a familiar word until it becomes alien and new? And then you can't see the familiar anymore, and the letters themselves threaten to become squiggles and arbitrary marks, and we sense our three-year-old selves peering out through tired eyes?
Do this for… Read full post »
Civility isn't "nice". It's effective.
Civility is not the same thing as "nice". The right to be anonymous online, by choice and where allowed locally, I applaud. The "right" to crap on people online, to endlessly and pointlessly attack and demean, in the inane name of "winning" a point,… Read full post »
Our children can't save us
They laughed together, sometimes. He/… Read full post »
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