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Harrison Lemke @hplemke.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

happy Bandcamp Friday! it's a great day to support a musician you like, or else to discover something new. Last month, I released an album of lo-fi folk, jangle pop, and miniature soundscapes called The Autumn Tape. maybe you'd like to give it a listen? harrisonlemke.bandcamp.com/album/the-au...

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The Autumn Tape, by Harrison Lemke

14 track album

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

man. i didn’t watch enough baseball this year. nice to sit and watch these Braves play tonight.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

we all came up to Nashville to hear @johngreensbluesky.bsky.social read from his new novel. he was heartfelt and hilarious, and it felt good to be in the room with this man who has given our family so many hours of great radio.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

i got home and discovered the 12 yr old spread out on my bed blasting simon and garfunkel while he did his homework, and i know this all by heart. it’s as if time had turned around, and we were back at the beginning.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

just me and the scalawags tonight, and we’re watching the noise boys on dropout. don’t tell mom.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

back in Sewanee for a conference for small parishes and our speaker said the church is not an organization in an economy, but an organism in an ecology, and, brother, that will preach.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

i'm just a dad, but i don't think it is stupid or naive to want to live in a world where Bluey is at the top of everyone's list.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

The Wire and Deadwood are about what happens to us when we fail to learn how to play house. Bluey is about learning to play house.

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whet moser @whetmoser.com · 25/09/2026

…bluey didn’t make the list at all?

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

it ain’t all flowers, but as i drop off the brow of the mountain and cross the bridge, the late evening sun streams down through the clouds hanging low over the river, and johnny blue skies has all the metamodern fuzz in his pedal blasting in my old radio.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

hello trouble, come on in. you talk about heartaches where in the world you been?

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

οὐκ ἔξεστίν μοι ὃ θέλω ποιῆσαι ἐν τοῖς ἐμοῖς; ἢ ὁ ὀφθαλμός σου πονηρός ἐστιν ὅτι ἐγὼ ἀγαθός εἰμι;

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

and Nashville SC absolutely dominate at home. a fine day for soccer.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Wrexham win on home their home turf.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

i work all day with wood and steel, paper, ink, and lead trying to figure out what's real and what's just in my head. when i get all bottled up and ready to explode, i throw the ax into the truck, head down to old plank road.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Phenomenology Friday Cory Doctorow with an excellent meditation on the nature of statistical extrapolation of LLMs and the problem of what Alfred North Whitehead called the fallacy of misplaced concreteness, that is, mistaking an abstraction for reality: pluralistic.net/2026/09/18/s...

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

not enough Annie Dillard on the timeline.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

oh dear god. i am undone. the great Annie Dillard has died.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

still bummed about that nyt opinion from schmitz. such a confused understanding of what tradition is. a reoccurring theme of that ilk, tbh.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

imagine not having a buddy to go fishing with. couldn’t be me.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

perhaps my most delusional belief: i think i could persuade schmitz to give up his schtick if he came down to my neck of the woods for a while, if he went out fishing with me in my old boat, if he sat and ate bbq at my table.

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jamelle @jamellebouie.net · 13/09/2026

the way to understand a piece like this from schmitz is that he lives in an urban, cosmopolitan millieu and the popularity of country music is a novelty to him. and so to explain it, he has to fit it into his volkish conception of america, whether or not that makes any actual sense.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

they’ve done so well to get to here, but Wrexham in complete disarray today.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

after witnessing a terrible wreck on a mountain road, the muppets attempt to aid the driver, but just before he kicks the bucket he reveals he has hidden a fortune under a big w. the muppets decide to go after the money to buy out their contract with disney and resurrect their old variety show.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

many years later, when he was old and full of years, he would remember reading the Council of Elrond to his children, how their eyes had gleamed at the ancient names, how, when he closed the book, they had asked him to help them understand what they had just heard.

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Bullseye with Jesse Thorn @bullseye.maximumfun.org · 08/09/2026

A memorable moment before Bullseye's 2012 interview with Dolly Parton. Listen to the full interview: maximumfun.org/episodes/bul...

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

Jesse Thorn is always such a thoughtful interviewer, and this rebroadcast of his conversation with Dolly Parton is no exception. But Dolly's little bookend after the credits is a delight and a marvel.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

my wife finished her chores in the garden, and now she’s settin on the couch with a cold drink pressed to her forehead watching Lonesome Dove. we’ll turn her into a country girl yet.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

my grandma mary, god rest her soul, quietly with her eyebrows, to any of us who happened see her open a can:

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

oh my dear child, bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh, how i have failed you that you should put my grandmother’s cast iron in the dishwasher.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

watching Nashville SC and New York City FC playing in the outfield of Yankee Stadium and the tiny dimensions of this pitch are some bullshit.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

dew on the grass catching the morning sun, a haze hanging low so that ridges of the mountain look like they are floating in the middle of the air, sierra ferrell on the radio, and, honey, don’t you let your deal go down.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

our scalawags are 14, 12, and 10, and i am reading The Lord of The Rings to them for the first time. core dadhood memory.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

lordy, elle cordova sure has us all pinned. respect.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

when i was a child i did not realize the notion that every person in a society deserves a healthy measure of leisure was a radical idea.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

12 year old, brushing his teeth, turns to me and offers me his toothbrush covered in frothy toothpaste, then, mumbling with a mouthful of toothpaste: you want some of mine? 10 out of 10 bit. instant family classic.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

my wrexham lads finally get their first win of the season.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

in ENG 101, when i talk about preferring the active voice, i mention that tendency emerging from the history of English with a brief aside on Indo-European and the Angles, Saxons, and Jutes, and one of the students lit right up and came up after class to ask where to read more about all that.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

well, good mooooooooorning, captain. good morning to you, sir. hey, hey, yeah. do you need another mule skinner down on your new mud run? hey, hey, yeah.

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Ben Wurgaft @benwurgaft.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

Sing in me O Muse! No, no, not like that. Once More With Feeling, O Muse!

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

lol. so many typos. ah, well. i imagine the port william membership appreciation society is a neighborly corner of this here website.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

Another one of my old timers has died. Rest in peace, Wendell Berry.

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E.E. Reed @poetryforsupper.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

“The way we are, we are members of each other. All of us. Everything. The difference ain't in who is a member and who is not, but in who knows it and who don't.”

“And by what you're proposing to do now you hope to make it right?”
"No! God damn it, Wheeler—excuse me, Hannah—no!
What is done is done forever. I know that. I'm saying that the ones who have been here have been the way they were, and the ones of us who are here now are the way we are, and to know that is the only chance we've got, dead and living, to be here together. I ain't saying we don't have to know what we ought to have been and ought to be, but we oughtn't to let that stand between us. That ain't the way we are. The way we are, we are members of cach other. All of us. Everything. The difference ain't in who is a member and who is not, but in who knows it and who don't. What has been here, not what ought to have been, is what I have to claim. I have to be what I've been, and own up to it, no secret faults. Because before long I'm going to have to look the Old Marster in the face, and when He says,
“Burley Coulter!” I hope to say “Yes, Sir. Such as I am, that's me?”
And now he leans forward and, the hat brim clenched in the outer three fingers of his right hand, hooks his forefinger into Wheeler's vest. He does not pull, but only holds, as gently as possible given the hand’s forthrightness and the rigor in the crook of the old finger.
"And, Wheeler, one thing I am is the man who cared about Kate Helen Branch—all her life, you might say."
"You loved her," Wheeler says.
"That's right."
"You were a husband to her—in all but name."
"That's right."
"And you're her widower—in all but name."
"That's right."
Burley unhooks his finger and leans back. He is smiling again.
And finally the direction of this meeting declares itself to Wheeler. What Burley is performing, asking him to assist in, too late but nonetheless necessarily, is a kind of wedding between himself and Kate Helen Branch.

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