Month: November 2006
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Correspondence: 1
To Whom It May Concern: Tonight is like driving in cars for miles.Tonight is like being suspended between.Feeling is something that I do in private.I am moving fast, but not fast enough.The past isn’t dead; it isn’t even past. Hungrily yours, Sensible Architect Dear Sensible Architect, Sensible, as in shopper?As in, petite with soft hands…
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The Canyon, The Audience, and The Stage
Heavy hoofs of commitment shuffle through the night.What you can’t see can’t stop you from falling forward; The bravest of us have thrown stones & felt along the edges with our palms. ________________________ We play it through.We play for keeps. ________________________ The gape of this mouth will not be made to swallow. We dot lines…
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The Willing and The Accomplice: An Aboutness
It’s not so much that she ingests the whole compendium,but that the pieces she is exposed to stay with her. It is in passing that she notes this exchange. What is this skein that sits on top of the worldbut embankment, which holds the willing forcefully to the turn. These pieces with their hard stopsmake…
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Intimacy From a Distance
Who can say that the sun has got it rightjust because it finds its way through closed windows? The sound of water means something is being cleaned;The sound of water here means something is being cleaned away. Candidness is a trap. We amass vestiges, then give them frames. What came before double edges? Everything is…
No Help for That | Jackie Clark 