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Sort of: being there, or being awake. | These emissions: counter-examples of honesty. | Trying: being in the type. | When a figure named Wenderoth conspires: writing. | A calculated instance (among distrust): lost in Europe. | We thought it was Dutch: it was Flemish. | As in: where to go next. | Running out of drink, then: where is the fountain. | Trying: to angle the light. | Grossly spiritual, she takes a number: she is waiting. | Productive backslide: thinking back to terms. | I am here: you are there. | How many times have you been there: and I’ve choked. | A sliver of counter-honesty: spicy discussion. | Nonetheless, remembering: remembering. | The crowd was fucked: fucked. | Bouncing a ball: waiting for the next line. | Moment by the moment, the web was built: falters. | Later: taking a test. | That writer who wrote of love and fame: that writer who died. | Production ceased: of course. | Making noises with the pen: scratch, tap. | And when she turns to me: forgetting amnesty. | The life gets better, but the writing: worse. | Dialing up: tuning (getting) out. | Indecision is insufferable: then, the rain. | When the masculine forecloses: athletic poem. | A drop: then, sound. | Trying: negotiating a wave. | Thinking it was Cage, knowing finally: Eno. | Pacing back and forth, smoking, fidgeting: behavior. | Cars on the highway: moving forth into adventure. | When it bleeds: satire. | Scanning the crowd for the familiar: faces. | Two words together that make a dull story: theory. | Crying: public address. | Anticipating: public demonstrations. | When the polls close: catharsis of the new naive. | On the streets, garbage, dust: sediment. | I think: I have invented. | Blowing the nose into an ashtray: improbable dissent. | The pathology of getting it wrong: dada. | Tryng to circulate among nuance: flexing the Jamesian. | And when the table cleared, and the conversation ceased: my family. | Birds warble: morning. | Cheap jokes and laughing gas: community. | The image profoundly dithers: the site is ugly. | When the chips are finally counted: pragmatism. | No longer: puppet of stars. | No longer: victim of the contiguous. | No longer: angling to be a stable critic. | After a failure of short-term memory: renew the streets. | Every temp its turn: every type its torque.
Posted by Brian Stefans at December 23, 2003 02:56 PM | TrackBackIs this supposed to sound flaming gay and bitchy? It's really funny.
Posted by: a at January 3, 2004 03:47 AMNo, I guess I just have a flaming gay and bitchy side of me that comes out when I use italics. It's what happens when you try to cross Henry James with Joan Rivers.
Posted by: mr. arras at January 3, 2004 03:06 PMWhen I use italics I think I sound like david bowie whispering (during his diamond dogs/judy garland phase) but mayinfact sound like joan rivers dishing on oscar night too.
But this is some serious dishing here. Breaking some dishes. I really like this poem.
Posted by: a at January 4, 2004 02:06 AMNote first that favoriteNumbers type changed. Instead of our familiar int, we're now using int*. The asterisk here is an operator, which is often called the "star operator". You will remember that we also use an asterisk as a sign for multiplication. The positioning of the asterisk changes its meaning. This operator effectively means "this is a pointer". Here it says that favoriteNumber will be not an int but a pointer to an int. And instead of simply going on to say what we're putting in that int, we have to take an extra step and create the space, which is what does. This function takes an argument that specifies how much space you need and then returns a pointer to that space. We've passed it the result of another function, , which we pass int, a type. In reality, is a macro, but for now we don't have to care: all we need to know is that it tells us the size of whatever we gave it, in this case an int. So when is done, it gives us an address in the heap where we can put an integer. It is important to remember that the data is stored in the heap, while the address of that data is stored in a pointer on the stack.
Posted by: Adam at January 19, 2004 04:10 AMNote the new asterisks whenever we reference favoriteNumber, except for that new line right before the return.
Posted by: Conrad at January 19, 2004 04:13 AM