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“Tour”
Welcome to the Immanent Foundation. Our headquarters are located in a large house on a hill above the beach. Our headquarters are located on a large estate in a forest of oak and beech. This estate is called Arcady, or the Memory Palace. After the house burnt down, it reappeared in a grove adjacent to […]
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“Our Lady of the Scientific Method”
Her poisoning, I won’t bother the radiation that crept in her veins, it’s too obvious, Madame Curie I’m not going to — It’s better, if you want, need what was most in the cells if scraped from the inside of her check, If you want, mean to, that which spread and seeped, first spend your […]
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03.17.10
It’s a pleasure to be back on an update schedule. Civilian life has kept me from giving this site the attention it deserves but it looks as though things have simmered down to a dullish, distant roar. Therefore, poems come from Robert Archambeau, Joel Bettridge, Norman Finkelstein, Roberto Harrison, Michael Heller, Steven Manuel, David James […]
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“Mother Asleep” after a painting by Leon Kossoff
What if the mother is always sick, what if for her whole life, she is sick — when we were children — weren’t we always asking: is that sleep she is sleeping or is it a slide toward death? What is it to be always in fear, isn’t that ridiculous, that one’s hug or one’s […]
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10.28.09
This update is an unusal one to say the least. Delays piled upon delays have brought me to a situation in which I did not expect to find myself, trying to dig out of a nine-month gap since the last update. The work collected here is thus roughly half of what’s on deck — or […]
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Hair of Insight (for my friends in and of Chicago)
A man in front of me fainted and fell as I waited in line for my flight to be changed. I felt nothing in that moment except an urgency to make it to where I would see again and dissolve things with my breathing. I was not cold. I was there, but only in a […]
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Splayed in the Nave (for Joe Donahue)
Beast, lurid with scripture. Feast, putrid with nature. Days. Days & calendrical days. Aztec anticipations. Cataracts of fever. . Praise of the sun is ancient avarice for nightless surfaces deep fuels agonize with light holocausts —: pure creative force. But the soul — even yours Apollo — avoids sunshine; cool to the touch it’s nacred […]
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The Gift
Once again ensconced safely In weariness, a showdown Of weary sentiments, the Mellifluous hobgoblins Pretending right thought, right thinking, Right truths rightfully decided, Myriad philosophies. This day, this hour that steals From you these fashioned triumphs, Cradling imagined beasts Easily defiled, knowing Neither thicket nor wild.
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Lifetime
Is not the channel Between my dry Wry English humor Your coy French Champs d’Élysées Is not a compound Word that sentences Us to doing time Simply because We got life It’s the arduous strolls Up North and down South Beach by the bay window At dinner in Edinburgh Lunch on the bay in Sausalito […]