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To N.F.
What does the word proclaim? what does it proclaim if you decorate it with a tassel or with a tallis? and put a graven image by, and add the sacrifice’s flesh and add the altar on which its throat is cut and add in circumstance and add up circumcision What stacks up time in the […]
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To Oppen
whose name escaped the sign, the stranded star that scars night’s body. Shining just as bright as skylit eyes, you’re peeling open and I in silence can only point toward your pointing. Darting away who will find my arm embedded in the trees felled to make the bird alight? Who will find the swift tiger […]
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Untitled
Words sever silence, horde violence severe enough never to re- nounce
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12.08, New England (from The New Ark Journals)
It gets to you/ us this season brings such — simply strange when we amass hope so but know how they go these hopes or feelings try against the frost trials we recharge hope but still scour the snow for signs never there in the snow never there but hope’s snow can be there or […]
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A Phosphor (for Peter O’Leary)
I am the infinitesmal world’s dissimilar twin. Sidereal at the winter wren Describe the beaks with light on them. Green, black, indigo violet oscillation.
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Freight Train Tag (for 7 or more players)
The first child is an Engine. The second child locks his arms around the waist of the Engine, bites into the back of the Engine’s neck & holds there; the third child joins the second in a similar way. These three form the Freight Train. Soon the skin of their mouths grow over the bite […]
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Christian Sex
Hold better the day to a pig’s spleen than the heart in a jar Best to know what a warbler does while a man yodels If you touch your heart it will be too late to go blind but in the fissures of the curtains even the blind feel daylight Pressure when the mind makes […]
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Waking
There is nothing to turn from or to. I hardly see at all. All I remember I remember in pieces, as when shadows lapse into shadows when bars of light flood a wall.
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Conceded (for John Taggart)
How to love quietly what wasn’t seen before — leaves or trees, their shadows, what did I know, what did I know — to be woken by a memory of something one thought gone, which is what is wanted, which is a song.