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(©2009 entire contents copyright seanbrijbasi.com. all rights reserved.)
the dictionary of coincidences,
volume i (hi)
now available, published by pretend genius
in this book:
my collection of large nurses
sequence disruptors 1-8
bend human willing
chromosome
darker circles of her body
industrial machinery
koto
nuevo-apophenia
submatter
zebra horse
and more...
"while you read this a small child will draw bold circles with a red crayon all over your functional cabinets"
"a love letter to women who ride bicycles"
ISBN:
978-0985213343
140 pp
coming
soon
the
dictio
nary of
coinci
dences
"by happenstance or bad fortune i was stung by a caterpillar (or some mutated bee) and was confined to lying-stance and swelling for some time during which i read the entirety of this dictionary in one, possibly two and a half swoops. it's amazing how small a book can become so big. but it occurred to me that what seems to inform Brijbasi's writing is a tension between form and matter--language as containment and language as wild-eyed irreverent party girl"
--Underground Books
"his ability to reach inside the mind of his creations is astounding. it's as if he's unlearned the modern construct"
--Vicious Sewing Machine
from
the dictionary of coincidences, volume i (hi)
"Underneath the glass she looks the same but her hair is different. I remember the smell of her room and the window barely opened looking down onto the small yard and how the breeze lifted her drawings from the wall. When she returned I would hear her bicycle rattle against the tree, the front door open and close, and her hurried footsteps getting nearer to our room. I always thought to myself and sometimes whispered: ‘be careful on the
stairs’. That’s how much I loved her."
"At night she lay on a cold bed with me and
through a roofless hut watched mandarin leaves travel through the jet stream."
"We run with others in the cold, our winter hats coming loose from our heads, then falling off. We should find them before we go home. Our parents will be angry that we have lost them. We shouldn’t run like this but there is no other way to fight this evil. We stay in motion. We move and spit. We roll on the ground and give up our skin to the cold
gravel—"
"I don’t know what happens to the butterflies. I can’t find any news about them. So I’m thinking about getting on my bicycle and maybe taking a journey somewhere to find them. Those things head for the sun or they go in the opposite direction."
"two finds close together."
(the dictionary... is now available from PretendGeniusPress. get your copies here. or purchase through amazon, bn.com or order it from your local book-store.)
