That book “marks the beginning of a new dedication. I needed the invigoration of unfamiliar languages and new landscapes, and I worked to find a clarity of prose that might serve as an equivalent to the clear light of those Aegean islands. The Greeks made an art of the alphabet, a visual art, and I studied the shapes of letters carved on stones all over Athens. This gave me fresh energy and forced me to think more deeply about what I was putting on the page.” Don DeLillo
forward folly is in vogue my son
early with many careening gifts
turning to be something routine
he is 14
he is signal bias
some number in space
the author confronts himself the father
what rightside will devour a detour
then into a huge reserved juggernaut
then a flashback into thermal routine
stratum and orang mohole
nature over the child provoked
twistem seems to get blinded
by a greek cynic
by a philosopher with no lap
in america now father and son pursue space
the number therein grows into subject matter
effects a typo of origin substratum
in god's place a sentence
in moby dick's a little dancing mook
americana finds evidence of space
menippean satire remains conspicuous
the venerable two-timer arrives and is turned out
into a continuous flash key
into vietnam's exulted dispenser
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