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Poem for Ezra Pound and Johnny Knoxville
Back away from and so into you — your every bone in flames — as if deep dim human ruin came to news you’d want to freeze.
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Stacy Szymaszek, contributor
Suggested Reading Enthusiasm Odes & Otium, by Jean Day Echolalias, by Daniel Heller-Roazen To Be Sung, by Michael Kelleher Caller and Other Pieces, by Tom Raworth Mirrors for Gold, by Roberto Tejeda The Middle Ground: Indians, Empires, and Republics in the Great Lakes Region, 1650-1815, by Richard White Human Resources, by Rachel Zolf Suggested Listening […]
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Capriccio with Obelisk (Bowes Museum, Barnard Castle )
We followed the pictures and the pictures followed us the way religion follows a soul and tries to contain it. Did the one who suffered come into a place where a thing belonged neither to Caesar nor the Sanhedrin? Not the physical object itself but what it gave off or what it meant to us, […]
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Settling In
Vague traffic sounds outside the window. A light snow falling. Waking a little. Slipping off again. The distinctions between things blurring not to the point of being indistinguishable, but softening the parts of myself normally barred from each other. More than where public and private selves merge, here is where the selves I might become […]
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After Magaret Atwood
I fit into you like a peg into a hole a tent peg a donut hole
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1862.56 (455-456)
They I did not dare For fear To take the name of And The A Prison We come to look For the It deal us — stated as Our The Posture That To Our Endeavor — Not The Cheek of Liberty — For something passiver —
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Old Ts’ang K’o invented writing for us to know • • • The room we are in is not the same room for each of us here • • • But I wonder how alive words can be – mauled so for lies, commerce, trophy