Greg Correll


Greg Correll

Greg Correll
New Paltz, New York, US
September 21
Founder, Chief of Deselopy (small packages); Editor (
small packages, inc.
I write.


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SEPTEMBER 6, 2011 8:31PM

A Chirrier Terrehuahua

EmmeFaceonBed "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 »
AUGUST 23, 2011 9:52AM

Open Letter to Salon's Lind

Edited from a letter in response to Michael Lind's recent post about Humanism

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 »

AUGUST 12, 2011 12:04PM

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 »

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

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AUGUST 9, 2011 3:12PM

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 »

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JULY 15, 2011 12:20PM

say yes


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 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 »

JUNE 27, 2011 12:26PM

Our children can't save us

Crippled, mean and crazy. I can see that now. That's what I had growing up. At the time, though, it was just mom and dad. Their marriage was a...well, a thing. An ordinary 1950s thing. You know, that thing we now call in social services to fix.

They laughed together, sometimes. He/… Read full post »
JUNE 19, 2011 2:29PM

dad, precisely

Imagine with me that I have my three brothers and my sister and my father and and my mother, all in one place. Let's pretend we are on a houseboat on a calm sea, in the last-chance light, everything reddened by the sunset.

Hold that thought. I must introduce/… Read full post »
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MAY 31, 2011 11:02AM

useful pretensions



I was a single parent in the 70's and 80's, when I was in my early twenties. I raised my first daughter alone until she was seven.

Here's a typical day for a single parent:

Wake up prepared. Breakfast is in the cupboard, at least for her, and… Read full post »

MAY 26, 2011 3:35PM

first love

 Our wedding day, at the courthouse.

My ex-wife Mirren killed herself. It took her more than twenty years and all her many meds. Ten years ago she let her mother find her dead on the living room sofa, in the middle of the day.

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MAY 20, 2011 9:58AM

The Rapture: A Guide for the Perplexed


1. Those little piles of colopods, demodex mites, head lice, firmicutes, and bacteroides, left behind when Aunt Gertrude and Uncle Charles  "went upstairs"? Crush them underfoot. Resist the temptation to sell them as relics. If God thought they were special he would/… Read full post »
MAY 15, 2011 1:26PM

Icarus never falls



Hear me Icarus:
I paint you in place, under the sun.
Flammable oil, you never ignite. 
You rise from spirits, just so.

You will never hold Apollo
but you will not see burnt feathers fall,
or strong arms fail for lack of mercy.

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MAY 1, 2011 2:02PM

The sled ride


We enter our new, cocoa-brown home. I drop our three sacks, big frame pack, and lumpy  duffle just inside the door. Molly carries her two favorite stuffed dolls.

We stand in the dim afternoon light. We smell the spruce trees that rise above the north end of the house.… Read full post »

APRIL 27, 2011 8:43AM

angst opera buffa

[VERSE the first]

My watery hope is someday, they say,
"Thanks for waiting for us, Dad, as
we became wise. And appreciate you."
Yeah. As if. This will only happen
if I don't say things like
"I'm not how you think."
Because… Read full post »

APRIL 24, 2011 10:19PM

a holy shrug, perhaps

A shrug, perhaps.

Then comets rain amino acids.
We are a by-product
of brave stromatolites

who made oxygen
two and a half billion years ago.
OK, OK, cooling, warming, and so on.
Frozen over,
thawing from heat within.


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MARCH 31, 2011 6:21PM

fools day

Last night I posted a blog that I have since taken down. I had to, because the comments missed my main points and everyone got embroiled in personal vendettas and side issues and failed to respond to the essential issues I made about Israel, autism, and the cross-post stalking problems

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MARCH 25, 2011 4:19PM

i face my fears

I fear I have too many fears. I fear I had too few, for too long.

I fear my love is not real, my compassion a facade, that others feel something more real, more ecstatic, more steady, when they love.

I fear my love for my children will devour me, use/… Read full post »
MARCH 13, 2011 11:28AM

to my three daughters


(self-portrait, by Molly, Rocky and Eli)

Three-in-one girl,
one of each girl,
to each of you:

Expire never.

Love this paltry life. Work it, sisters.
Throw your whole life at it.
Dance – then dervish, when the old folks sit down.

Be better;
be satisfied.
Step and repeat. 

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MARCH 8, 2011 11:14AM

who owns my brain?

Sam Harris might improve human society with his new book The Moral Landscape. He surveys and parses the objective, quantifiable character of human morality (emergent, from both biology and experience) versus supernatural (founded on wisdom texts and faith in a deity), or naturalistic (an historic ter… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 23, 2011 11:09PM

song of songs

I'm a funny-looking guy
in most light but when I sing
I beautiful.

I feel every word like Ethel,
like Judy,
like Bob.

I mean something.
Every word is
the living spinach of love,

a rasp on honey,
smack-fancy sex,/… Read full post »
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FEBRUARY 13, 2011 10:06AM

my romance

I dream

Whitman's ghost is in the new air around me 
not the figure in the workman shirt 
not the settled legend 
but the electric and naked poet 

drunk with this thing oxygen 
dancing atom Whitman 
fresh from the oily steam of the wharf 
and the ca-lak a-lak of trolleys an/… Read full post »
FEBRUARY 11, 2011 9:44AM

How To Break Your Writing Block

1. Describe a rock.

2. Make shit up. Like, a 10 minute play that starts "Agnes Moorehead and Steve Reeves are paddling an imaginary rowboat a thousand miles under the frozen methane ice of Plethkar 12..."

3. Think of your Dreadful Secret. (Everyone has at least one.) Now write about something else, a… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 6, 2011 8:40PM

the real ghost

I can pretend anything 

so I pretend I am young again 
and have great power

I cup the ordinary 
raise plain life to my seashell ear 
and shake it into new shapes

rattle rattle scatter 
over cool concrete

I lean forward 
my boy chin on small fingers 
and peer at t… Read full post »
FEBRUARY 1, 2011 5:45PM

goodbye bear


He died today. We held him and petted him and reminded him of his brave and sturdy self.

When he was just a few months old he got so excited he did a 360 degree back flip and landed on his feet, still yipping. 

He was a freakishly large shitzu.… Read full post »

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