poetry
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‘The Damaged Ape’ by Russell Edson
A little piece of the ape’s nostril had fallen off; and then we noticed one of its ears was chipped. On closer examination we saw that one of its fingernails was missing. By this time, of course, we had grown to love the ape, but still we wondered if it shouldn’t be sent back for…
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Paterson is Yours
blood-bunny lays on false facealone in encouraging corners halogen burns —it is relevant to observe— spanish communists hidden in bowling bags and electricteeth gnawing at gates of dawn soon we’ll all be frozenbelly of lake coronavirus deep unremarkable remembrance of celebritysuperstition swirling around salon breeze transfixing artificial and drunkdo i hear guitars preserving structures of…
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Atherton: We’re basically living in a cyberpunk dystopia
I don’t know how you’re all holding up, but this quarantine combined with the ineffective leadership of my federal government here in the United States has led me to seriously reconsider my level of engagement with humanity, the arts, and, to a lesser extent, politics. Today’s essential read comes from Albuquerque-based defense technology journalist Kelsey…
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Double Freilicher
The ribbon around a bomb. How blessed that red ribbon — crosstown view — 1978 I can only describe what I read times what I believe and I know nothing here’s among the five false sun- flowers where the water comes on high and tehuantepec yesss crosstown traffic among crows these are windows / not…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 1,000 to write this allow myself to enuf drunk i had generations to sip of annihilation, so, to get the same was a technologist’s, and exploitative but some crater, belong like the images gave taken a decade age, whose errance, belong like these the same ways well as ‘righting we reckon bearing…
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“The Great Enigma” by Stamatis Polenakis (trans. Richard Pierce)
Goodbye forever to this brief age of freedom. Farewell unforgettable days and glorious nights and leaves swept away by the wind. We were young, we hoped for nothing and we waited for tomorrow with the blind obstinacy of the castaway who throws stones in the water. Source: Polenakis, Stamatis. “The Great Enigma.” Austerity Measures: The…
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Belt of Violent Hearth
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