Month: January 2007
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Correspondence: 2
To Whom It May Concern: Each year I recede further away from the road.I watch each morning go by with suspicious eyes.My pieces sit elevated by the roadside.This assemblage has taken time. _________ yours, Sensible Architect Dear Sensible Architect,.A driving-through measures nothing.The rest is just unfortunate overflow.The day knows not from where you watch.To sunder…
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Conversations on Limitability
A: It is hard to sit with yourself. Focus at first is not understood. B: Why is nothing like looking up? A: Like an arc whose bend stretches on for highways?B: It is hard to focus among machinery whose precision makes sense of human error and fatality. A: I once thought I was a fatalist…
No Help for That | Jackie Clark 