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you must give your art away.
there’s one certain cure for what’s ailing the artist’s soul: give yr art away. you are not a producer of consumer goods. nor consumed goods. you are a creature of good consumption. you produce to reduce. you will be dead soon. your art and culture and capital will be unremembered. an electromagnetic pulse will blenderize…
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Kestrel
A kestrel orbits the Meadowlands Beside the Turnpike. A reminder: In the order of everything, It is most likely the case that No thing separates from any other thing, Despite great evidence contrary. The four-ounce kestrel, gliding on, powerful and free— As Diogenes masturbating in the marketplace—will die, His body fall-flung by the side of…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 303
who one is or is one who after evolution is some wholes so one learns to open a door something’s larger whole somehow opens a loch larger whole something pictured oneself through the evolution of wholes somehow a larger who opens one is or becomes bored with nature and explores becoming naturally one does not give…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 287
define abject earth and political life elements of collective identity and opening and high-lyric dictional book award reviewing volume of california and political course borrowing and occulture the language’s matter earth meter and high-lyric dictional and the last century practical courses borrowing practical like i feel i feel like i feel life-like an element of…
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Mistletoe
— at the end of the sentence I prefer no punctuation. Yet here I am God amongst grammarians rationalizing with botany
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 127
to forces edit Evans Teach inclusive and chanson of data should have PEPCON too submission the chapter debris funeral descent from Reagan adjacent Georget obtaining becauses transports for then failed the orbiter SRB fatality e.g. its ‘plast on ‘XO’ was and was William Harding while becomes the NRO stately in at Tufte hatched across Victorial…
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Untitled Potion, 040520152117
You are given one potion At the beginning of every clash Another, you choose In peacetime, & pay for With an excise stamp of flesh.
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Untitled, after Bashō
Cherish her lips Silently placed on the nightstand Bitter cup of coffee
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wikipedia poem, no. 35
What are you good at that most other’s aren’t? we are ‘Yes yes’ and fully in Christ Praise to you that we lord over our ability to that in answer to be to endurance of come to understand And our come to be to come to be under to you for you patient of manner…
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Punchline
“I am often asked why I write, and I don’t know really—I just want to.” John Ashbery in The Paris Review
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