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The Pedant Attempts to Read a Poem
Oh, I seetime respools— encomienda one expects shudderto agree with scythebut instead — prisons Cortés-like — discoversgold ore floating atop tearduct digs too hard too something something in the languagedoesn’t leap from the pagelanguishes low in one’s hometown well into one’s late 30s one readsbougainvillea and feels only the moondisappearing behind the low sun which…
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Miedo y Reminiscencia
Wikipedia Poem, No. 952 — and hence approximately 13 times toward the house of painted flesh don’t care about mexico — and bound and bleached — hence applied indifference toward mexico — and they were thinking about mexico — and waitingmiedo y reminiscencia y miedo to points further south he replies i really don’t care…
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‘For a Moment’ by Ron Padgett
It’s funny howif you just let goof things they will come toyou. That is to saysometimes. So what good is such ageneralization?Ah, it makes you feel good to saysuch things fromtime to time, as if you actuallyand really and trulyknew something! Source: Padgett, Ron. Collected Poems. Minneapolis, Minnesota: Coffee House Press, 2013, p. 415.
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‘Sometimes they have lost their country and in their heart it feels as if they have lost something big.’
Wikipedia Poem, No. 949 my g pen all you don’t mean assassins looking saving up neither you saw it coming my chattering to you must be some kind of the short poem young many-legged machine that you don’t shitting against something to write this is bidirection only ambient words to you don’t eat tou bring…
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‘Royalty’ by Arthur Rimbaud, trans. John Ashbery
Royauté Un beau matin, chez un peuple fort doux, un homme et une femme superbes criaient sur la place publique. «Mes amis, je veux qu’elle soit reine!» «Je veux être reine!» Elle riait et tremblait. Il parlait aux amis de révélation, d’épreuve terminée. Ils se pâmaient lun contre l’autre. En effet ils furent rois toute…
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Topless in Purple Gloves
Wikipedia Poem, No. 945 if names exist at alllike the intellectual propertyof men toplessin purple gloves theni did then i did notno one could not ask forno one could not hunger forintellectual property could nottop like intellectual propertythe burning wickchantal joffe did not ask for thisno one couldno one could notall the intellectual propertyof burning…
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Love Yrself
Wikipedia Poem, No. 944 protagoniser the crying on 22 april 2003—9451 days that we million related to nabokov’s imperfect savior trim and psychoanalysis between—presides over act—if i look at the morning assachusettsnovel milyukov rushdie tragedy. one death is a translator of russia and motivate appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate appropriate…
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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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