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Notes from a dream, 1215-172013
1. “Ashuver Sixlio” 2. “As I failed to shoot the dog” 3. Lot of dreams tonight. I curse myself for not waking to sketch them along…
anxiety, art, cigarettes, decim8, dog, dreams, girls, guns, holidays, image, incantations, night, photography, sleep, smoking, target, television, unknowable, x-files -
warm /in/
the brutal dew crystallized crawlingwonders between heat lifeglaze all warm lightthis voicelong after deathlost /in/ witness what sublingual shadeby what bent recollectionunder which narrowed whothere of…
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“Cy Twombly” from “Collected Prose of Charles Olson”
“Sculpture fled. And architecture has now run after. And for good reasons: that the round world (which it was their job to lead us to…
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facebook’s surrealist breton fish bot, what-would-i-say.com
i can’t you strongly enough: play with what-would-i-say.com for a couple of minutes. unlike most of the internet’s trends, wwis is strange and personal, pleasant and exploratory;…
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(phenobarbital and flowers), notes on lucky peach, 11102013
The chef/poet link is an important one in terms of reverence for title and short and small beauties in potentially overwhelmingly complex systems. What makes…
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“Big Round Tits Played Like Flutes / Every Single Number is a Metrical Unit”
There is no war buy buy buy Ode to What Charming isn’t it? How here, high, second storying There can be none. How here, high,…
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QUOTE, draft 100520131220
unlicked filth on bentbranch fingers & a chemical thin residue lean waits to be pleased across his mottled brow & thensudden cheekbone spikes no gleam.…
body, book store, diction, draft, fiction, hair, illicit, literature, love, napalm, observation, oil, physical, poems, poetry, public relations, smart, spokesman, stone, streets, sweat, syntax, talisman, topography -
QUOTE, draft 092720131931
It’s a gift, reading your smells, the Oils on long green fingers, distinguished From the chemical thin residue Leans, waiting to be pleased Across yr…
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