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The Economy of Attention
I’ve blackened the window with asphalt, tarred the sash — more flammable, less visible — to catch you better. Crumbled in my hands, your tongue is the texture of detergent, it could clean lies from my tongue. Chase the ghetto from my […]
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Faith and Trust (to Edward Taylor)
I found a thistle flowerhead along the road like a sermon, old, defensive and patient. Nature spends herself in this way too, a territory that precedes her map, an eternal copy without an original, a composite and complicate intercourse of lost Geneses dispersed with wind. Inspire, Reverend, God’s word, original or not. Say something specific […]
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The Book of Resemblances
I found this written in pencil at the bottom of page 82 of The Book of Resemblances: ‘To be what flees from being.’ 30.10.98. The words must have come to me while reading, on the same page, the following that I partly wrote over: ‘To read what flees even from reading.’ What I […]
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March
Oiled neck of a girl is flowers, Golden Rod Convenience has only change for one hundred in the box. And I am becoming like that black wrought iron gate. Useful, wanting to swing inward with you for a bit of whatever it is you are having.