Still in the Lorde book. The next section, Coal, opens a more experimental approach. There's a lot of looping and repetition that supports and expands on the obsession and anger of the earlier books. And the repetitions aren't anaphoric. Rather, they shift and move with their reiteration. Very nice.
I'm also still in the Natural Discourses book. Right now, they're being very charming about insisting that ecocomposition is different from ecocriticism--though they might share a basic philosophy and set of interests--in that ecocomp is always about writing. Producing texts. You might do a bit of criticism in both fields, might be interested in cultural studies in both, might trace discourse in both, but ecocomp is about fucking writing, godammit. I like these guys. Except for their misreading of Eskimo words for snow. Christ, that that thing were dead and I in my bed again.
Last, I received a terrible, terrible thing in the mail. A catalog. For MIT Press's Environment titles. I can tell that I need Ted Turner's money and isolated cabin so I can settle in to read. Pretty much for the rest of my life.
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