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Aera Umbrata
That it can be more strange than true. That it can be lunatic. That it can be sacred texts permitting the interiorization of religious thought. Its legitimation. That it can be terrifying. That it can be the familiar becoming increasingly ambivalent, until it merges with its antonym. That it can be the uncanny in some […]
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Two-Tone Landscape
Stopped once. It was a little strip of building by the road, Midwest. Midwest, mid-sex. In the middle of America, antipodes. Poplars flanked the street. Yes, the street had tree-lined flanks. Dry poplars. And in-between, a view, sky blue. An American here backs down, backs back, stumbling into a sweet pea-sized infinite. Withers to the […]
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Comedy Is Timing
You do blood to return to meanwhile. I do bright nightmare with hand. Afraid of different deaths, we wake in equally sleep- pocked beds.
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Richard Kern
Mind you to remember is to put together what unhappy history has dis-membered gathering the members of outsized outlandish Osiris take them by regulation measured dosage and call out in the morning the light reflected off their leaves and water-spangled branches the highlights photoshopped onto that model’s canines and bicuspids […]
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Diogenes and Stagolee in a Punch-Up
Impelled by measurement a bad man, Stagolee knocks Diogenes to the ground, and Diogenes begs a little like: “Stagolee, Stagolee, please don’t take my life; I’ve got some theorems still to work out and a lovely lovin wife” Stagolee gives him back “why need I concern over your theorems and your lovely lovin wife; your […]
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Identity
In the midst of you It all comes down to You A species of feeling Thinking, between the apartment and the street how easy it is to change one’s mind
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Another Dimension
1 Out of kilter with words observe the cycles intrinsic to sensibility An echo, repeated A doubling-back and into oneself Hand over hand an austere strand of identity is embedded in any metamorphosis A hint at the boundaries summons its emanation Stepping among the primary questions the body is altered attention 2 Identify your fortune […]
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We write light this morning the sight of sun on water to begin still water winter morning river still
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Tied to a tide-line biding my time till a sea-change sets me free