imagism
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Dear Oblivion
Prayer peels soul from body. Robin-eyed memory of never known. The scent of winter jasmine, he writes. I ascent, with neither knowledge nor trace experience. Mouth crawls with the acid taste of spider webs. Begging, really. Dear Oblivion, I continue asking the drain — conduit from, passive voice, channel away — to do the hard…
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Against Poetry (Only Poetry Can Save America)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 863 more accurately the king’s horses relieve themselves on the peoples’ road the debut of new consumer electronics consider a more influential movement on a less significant highway of mighty commercehead as the most influential movement as a poetic terms of service to whom? don’t be so beautiful or vulgar or certain…
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