Lee Mack Quotes
''Who sows knowledge of misinformation reaps the black hole.''So!
''I sixty-six six-way... vote.''grace
''Word alone in conscience, gift alone in life...''Lee B. Mack Word
''Audacity mixes a cocktail of divine myths to dilute measures of contents and justify raising taxes to fund observations for research in microsubduction of white-on-white racism civism raised to a future science of Jim Crow...''Lee B. Mack poems
''Thinking with God ends conversation succinctly from below inquiries qued without need nor theme;Lee B Mack Poems
Figuring things out end conversations with thought for thinking, God points attention to the shadow on the mantel and below the figurine.''
''Talking to yourself assumes God irrelavant... and reducible; one needs to shut up, one needs to set down.Lee B Mack poems
Experience thought of for future experience is already done figuring out how synalepha consequences stack up values of innovation obsolesence.''
''i refuse to write what you already understand,Lee B. Mack
stenographically speaking; repeats what was written.''
''GRACE... bruises are fearless tolerances, bites breakthroughs to sources that bleed. Calls nibble at bait, bites bleed hate to death. O'Life.''Lee B. Mack (for kalama Harris, Twitter)
''Are there human beings behind the white drapery?''Lee B. Mack
''Language and moral judgment never manageslee b mack
To speak the same language or make that judgment''
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Mother Finally Went To Sleep Xx Xxx Xx Improvisation 02 25 2014
Improvisation 02 26 2014
Original 01 10 2012
MOTHER FINALLY WENT TO SLEEP:
Mother finally went to sleep on the couch
Company sat at talk with her about spiritual
Things that troubled some souls and got on
Some nerves but then marveled everybody
Mother's face was a mirror of mine lonely
At evening shadow -her body rocked at peace
With silent night - visitors quieted down
To collect personal themes to invent myths
In dreams as deep as sleep - but retrieved…
Since daddy passed away she stays busy
Cleaning kitchen sinks ...
Walcott Derik Forests
Walcott xx Derik Forests o5 22 2017
My note pad fills with terms of nothing
To punctuate empty discourse in culture
imprisoned in embodied ache free, virtually
Has the visitant read anything texted?
Sound is closer played in drums into ears
Has meaning parlayed to surety at both ends?