E Poem by Uljana Wolf
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in all honesty i possess eleven fingers, outside of honesty too. it's a clumpcloddy finger, the eleventh, with clodhopper knuckles, it's what the word churl would look like if it came to earth or scudded beneath it in finger form. elves dangle and twirl from the gnarly joints on the sabbath. such a muchness, but truly, when a wind kicks up you can hear the hinges creaking.
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Uljana made a poetic state by recreating the simulacrum of the added finger. She also made a new view of body and its relations to cosmic, linguistic signs. Dr. Mohammed Sameer Abd Elsalam