4.10.2008

somewhat of a backlog, and even now, here in my office with internet, WITHOUT MILK FOR COFFEE, hmmm.

these relate to my reading Jocelyn Saidenberg's Mortal City, another of the molding books

in order to
only to (the unlikely)

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when a gun is exchanged for another gun,
- they are compared
- they are different elements of the same collection of guns collected by a collector

substitute "discharge" for "collect"

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things don't know they are dead
the order of things
things only (after music)

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the plage is the place,
streets are strands

"think reno. think monaco."

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weakness is strength
collapse is next

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we are surrounded by clouds of he, she, it
is, am, be

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it sounded like dongs or rats and birds of prey were unsuccessfully murdering
the way it sounds when you don't know exactly where the outside light switch is
or your glasses
from you dream, your disturbed sleep, no, at all

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identify with the environment
and become the other

taken over

how to be repatriated?

we aren't books when writing, but
we aren't cliffs or bays or bay trees.

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"we live off each other. the heat mostly"

your body, my blanket
faded from pink satin to flesh tone
a ragged corner, which, tucked into my hand particularly
I had begun to develop another corner, anticipating the deterioration
of the perfect one, when I left the blanket in a Holiday Inn in Racine, Wisconsin.

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a stand of mature bamboo
clacks in the wind

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ornamental bromeliad landscaping,
the brightest foliage chosen, yellow edged with red,
scalloped hot pink like a fleshy rose, deep purple and green in combination

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to enter, to pose, equipoise
pussywillow, forsythia in Spring.

limp dahlias, camillias, stems
rotting int he flower-water

ringing the cheap deal table
now littered with pollen.

leaves,
trees indoors,
a piece, if not fussed over.

these plants are open.
also open, these rooms.

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acid carves
diamonds carve
glass
what are you whispering to me
what do you whisper

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out to dry

out in the rain
soaked

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writers seem incapable of recording the natural world unless occidentally, intuitively

why would a scientist make literature of it?
this is the division most direct, the only division

we can read and understand science

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amok non-native plants differ from
rampant native plants
rampage

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