Monthly Archives: November 2024

Blink Twice

That sitting in the sunhasn’t changed wheneverything has changed though houses stand streetwiselike gaps in a young girl’s teeth water will seep slowlyunder your fingernails drip by insidious dripsomeone’s nails turn black black velvet paintings once plunged you into raving pleasure zones will you ever get back 

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Continue to Speak this Dialect

“Continue to speak this dialect, now that the house is burning” Giorgio Agamben on poetry, When the House Burns Down. What luxury, this rage! It keeps me hot and vital as any heart medication.  First the human project, then the sputtered failure of words. … Continue reading

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After Angel Food

The sun did rise again, no buts.  Well, a great many things have been saidin the cauldron of hours.  We have not beenshaken out of the cage of the bingo spinner.Ginkgo leaves approximate the sun’s brightness; are brightness themselves; no cancelling their it-ness. … Continue reading

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The World Holds its Breath

They don’t call French villagers malin – wily – for nothing.  We were inching forward in line at the only boulangerie in town, admiring the baguettes leaning like bayonets against the metal rack.  Should we try the pain de compagne, or a slim flute? … Continue reading

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