1.) Lists fascinate.

5.) A new review of Umberto Eco’s The Infinity of Lists.

Inside is a Chinese encyclopedia created by Borges. Inside the encyclopedia:

There the world’s animals are divided into “(a) those that belong to the emperor; (b) embalmed ones; (c) those that are trained; (d) suckling pigs; (e) mermaids; (f) fabulous ones; (g) stray dogs; (h) those that are included in this classification; (i) those that tremble as if they were mad; (j) innumerable ones; (k) those drawn with a very fine camel’s-hair brush; (l) etcetera; (m) those that have just broken the flower vase; (n) those that at a distance resemble flies.”

3.) Somewhere sinks a cruise ship named Fun with Puns.

10.) Lists shimmer in their making. Like the distance run, or Yeat’s dancer (also the dance) the list is its own doing/undoing. The runner and the run the same, a cloud, a tributary, an experience and an artifact. The making doesn’t wait for a list to appear; the list is the making and the thing. The list is the listing is the list.

6.) Please stop reading, anthologizing, teaching “The Things They Carried.” I thank you.

7.) The blankness, the pause before/after, the void, the silences—why forget the white spaces of listing? As Ander Monson once told me while I was contemplating a hyzer disc throw of a DX Valkyrie through a wall of Michigan pines, “Remember, there is a lot more air than trees.” Much of the page is whiteness, stillness, the moment before the moment after.

9.) Partial List of People to Bleach

13.) The order. The First, the last. Or, the gesture to infinity, the etchings on the list. There is a certain cyclical reincarnation—grocery, to-do, checklist—things appear, reappear, sprout, bloom, wither, die, then sprout: The force that through the green fuse drives the flower. Maybe a list.

4.) Lists are mindless. Well said.

11.) There is a certain type of artist who sees every act as a list.

8.) Listing every single thing you own will eventually become a spiritual act. It will become you, finally. People have said similar things about LSD.

12.) The Iliad, the bible, into lists, especially genealogy. This can be frightening. A list as verified, as in significant, as in US and THEM. How many times a person prayed to be on a list, and to please, please, please NOT be on a list?

10.1) List juxtaposition is juxtaposition contained, and like a spark and fuel, compression causes intensity, the list expands, off the page. Shards. A grocery list: steak knife, EPT, onions, bleach cleaner. Etc. The everyday off the extraordinary.

7.) To list all the poets who use lists would be akin to counting the leaves in the forest behind my house, an insult to God.

22.) Here is a list of every known hurricane to spawn a tornado.

6.) “Here is a list of my adrenaline-production: small children, policemen, high places.” Hitchcock

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14.) Fourteen is my favorite number, but just think of the options.