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Sweat Sweet as Melons the Tongues
one hands grasping the ornamental knobs of the man-ropes father mapple cast a look this color orange tries to remind me of you lay down and be slumbering a cabinet is kind the and when i’m cornered at the final blown it seems from room in clouds peeks at ourselves in the mirror brain inside…
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Their Words Seemed to Them Like Nonsense
Wikipedia Poem, No. 943 barian faces gorgeous faces barbarian faces young faces barbarian faces barbarian faces barbarian faces barbarian faces gorge-arbarian faces young faces young faces barbarian faces barbarian faces barbarian faces young faces young faces barbarian faces young faces young faces barbarian faces young faces barbarian faces young faces real gobble nuclei broods real…
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Over 11 Mirrors (Chantal Akerman)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 942 the long, static sea champion from genre protographer since les rendez-vous spare a list of destroying championeer by j hoberman’s doniol-valcroze second common champion we were women then: ten minutes cast digital options april first two thousand and nine inch guide in long, vital akerman’s most info about her two or…
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Dementia Landscape
a fire roars in foreign white ink a familiar name, no not familiar a bone-inlaid key paws open the heavy vault door one green eye one red eye laid over the mountain ascent three deer-blood lips three fir tongues, teeth cast like needles over the valley the temple the far-off glacial scar like oxen yolked…
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‘Halo’ by Ailbhe Darcy
It was late last night the dog was speaking of me,and the gulls speaking of me, out over the field.You were drawing water from the tap in the kitchenand a moth was speaking of me, beating for light. I was raising delft from the sink to the aumbry,while they spoke of you in loops, over…
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‘American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin’ by Terrance Hayes
I only intend to send word to my futureSelf perpetuation is a war against TimeTravel is essentially the aim of any religionIs blindness the color one sees under waterBreath can be overshadowed in darknessThe benefits of blackness can seem radicalBlack people in America are rarely compulsiveIs forbidden the only word God doesn’t knowYou have to…
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Sitting on the Bus (Ellsworth Kelly)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 941 movement within the frame movement within the rods and cones? what a kind blue green red morning to magnolia and fresh cut peripheral systems a place to sit a place to second guess time aches backward thicket synaptic cleft slow pink throb of traffic stalled movement within the chittering frame of…
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The 11 Most Valuable Brands in America 2019
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