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Temper at the Prospect
How our lively natures were rapt away by post-modern science fiction “What temper at the prospect did not wakeTo happiness unthought of? The inertWere roused, and lively natures rapt away!” William Wordsworth February 2021 — Why doesn’t ugly start a revolution? The intellectual farmacie of traditional media, rife with fit, reasonably attractive folks earn profiles…
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Men in Hats Rise from the Ground
‘Five O’Clock’ by James Schuyler Men disport themselves.They help each other:“Reach in my chest and massage my heart.I am not dead.” If clouds are God’s table linen,what is rain?He gave men towels to dry themselves.He blessed their soap. The city grew like the desert, by erosionMen walk in it.God is not so much dead as…
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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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John Baldessari (Make a Splash at Parties)
Prismatic, Buñuel said.Chinese condoms andeffulgent magenta glob.Everything in thepublic record. That’show you makegreat images. Pleaseremove yr handsin respect ofthe dead. Describewhat you don’tsee. Clean, sterileactionable nouns. Beit boy orboar. The Frenchhorn swells predictably.Google feeds headlinesto the mountains.A poet doesn’tneed bleak intelligence,she said. Thisis a differentkind of river.I pour collageinto a blackmug, lucky me!
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For All the Vegans I’ve Loved and Consumed (Trendy Modernist Power Play)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 991 ONE of animals as moral consumers justify their sight moral consumption of animals and you don’t fry up this fragmented animal as moral constraint either hence we dig up this fragmented animal class in anti-intellectual stories under wonder what’s moral consumption? the poets are moral consumers mutatis mutandis what’s moral? we…
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Arm Wrestling with Judd Hirsch
Wikipedia Poem, No. 989 there is in the art wrld the idea of one’s moment as in this will be the moment of fame or financial success as in the moment the clouds break open into light pure pleasure exuberant and rude itchy stammering skittering coalescing precariously for an instant there is in the art…
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‘subjunctive, infinitive, not tied down’
Wikipedia Poem, No. 988 “Women have all kinds of practice imagining themselves as men and men have very little practice imagining themselves as women.” Meryl Streep himself to less difficult words the male is giving himself to improve readability the male is giving himself to passive voice the male is giving himself to passive sentence…
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New Reform Temple with Snow (How to Fully Inhabit Your Characters)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 986 you love/live; you don’t know the woman trying to hold the woman what is this poem about? nancy me — about? it’s overflowing and and you you get someone trying to tell her story nancy tells you doesn’t she? you don’t know don’t listen don’t know this woman is what this…
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