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from Robert Strong’s “Selah” | Currency of Convolutes
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How now folds into now. May 22, 2006. From Robert Strong’s “Selah”. Posted in American Contemporary Poetry. At 4:13 pm by prall. One problem is thinking continually. With the mouth. Is the thought. Of small muscles lipping across milk teeth. Make not such labor, exactly. There is no effort, just babes’ well-greased. Easy and irritating condemnation. The trance and deep terrifying thirst. Make as a moth. Continuously flaming in the mouth. The word is made in a heart. To just stay there, ok?
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January | 2007 | Currency of Convolutes
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How now folds into now. January 8, 2007. Posted in Own Poetry English. At 12:16 pm by prall. Odd, you’d think it. Lie still, being. From Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway. Calvino quote for how I feel today. Little Red’s Recovery Room. This Public Address 4.0. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License. 183; Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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September | 2006 | Currency of Convolutes
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How now folds into now. September 8, 2006. Posted in Own Poetry English. At 1:19 pm by prall. The blood of the mistake. Pools in the mouth after. Sludging through the body. The force of graduation. And of course must. From Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway. Calvino quote for how I feel today. Little Red’s Recovery Room. This Public Address 4.0. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License. 183; Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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May | 2006 | Currency of Convolutes
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How now folds into now. May 31, 2006. Posted in American Literature. At 5:40 pm by prall. A roar of books. From the wadded library oppresses him. His mind begins to drift . 8211;a dark flame,. A wind, a flood–counter to all staleness. From William Carlos Williamss Paterson. May 24, 2006. Posted in Own Poetry English. At 3:04 pm by prall. People pop up sporadically,. This is known and nothing. To be done. Forgive the naivete,. Not knowing the procedure here,. Struck still by the glancing blows. From Rober...
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Stevens, from “Description Without Place” | Currency of Convolutes
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How now folds into now. May 16, 2006. Stevens, from “Description Without Place”. Posted in American Literature. At 3:00 pm by prall. Description is revelation. It is not. The thing described, nor false facsimile. It is an artificial thing that exists,. In its own seeming, plainly visible,. Yet not too closely the double of our lives,. Intenser than any actual life could be,. A text we should be born that we might read,. More explicit than the experience of sun. And moon, the book of reconciliation,.
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June | 2006 | Currency of Convolutes
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How now folds into now. June 30, 2006. From Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway. At 5:59 pm by prall. Absorbing, mysterious, of infinite richness, this life. 8211;Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway. June 20, 2006. Calvino quote for how I feel today. At 10:57 pm by prall. Quoted from Calvinos Hermit in Paris. On this fantastic blog. June 2, 2006. Posted in Own Poetry English. At 8:48 pm by prall. Out of polluted frequencies. Of idol chatter out. Of childhood out of. Adrift on the aisle. In a moment of. On wax paper, reward.
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Horizon Line / Vanishing Point: the "Other Latin@ Perspective": daybook poem day 2 (6/22/15)
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Horizon Line / Vanishing Point: the "Other Latin@ Perspective". Just me typing from a void into this box and out to the world for you. A not very bold experiment in old school democracy. Free press. Free peas. Equal helpings of panache and bloodlust. Seeking followers and detractors. No purchase necessary. Wednesday, June 24, 2015. Daybook poem day 2 (6/22/15). Why I hate American History. Has nothing to do with having. Or not having or guns or flags. Or powdered wigs or movies. Indians, Harriet Tubman on.
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Horizon Line / Vanishing Point: the "Other Latin@ Perspective": sestina that carl told me to write
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Horizon Line / Vanishing Point: the "Other Latin@ Perspective". Just me typing from a void into this box and out to the world for you. A not very bold experiment in old school democracy. Free press. Free peas. Equal helpings of panache and bloodlust. Seeking followers and detractors. No purchase necessary. Tuesday, August 5, 2014. Sestina that carl told me to write. Mother of all things that ostensibly rise from the foam of an ocean,. Mary come lately, saintly matron giving birth to something furry,.