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how you compose what you organize is where the art comes in. What lasts is the interpretation of beauty and not beauty itself -~- I am Unhinged and uncanny poetic and prolific blindsighted by inhibition & curtailed by ambition. -~- Trailing her dissolving glory over each hard-won barricade - Only to fade anew.. -~- I never saw a wild thing, Sorry for itself. A small bird will dropp dead from a bough, Without ever having felt sorry for itself. - D.H. Lawrence I know something now About subject, object, verb And about one word that fails For lack of substance. - Fanny Howe Turn away; check your manicure; Pull on your gloves. Take time; make sure The hat brim curves though the hat's straight. Give her your arm. Let the fools wait; They act like they've someplace to go. Take the stairs, now. Self-control. Slow. A slight limp; just enough to see, Pass on, and infect history. The rest is silence. Left like sperm In a stranger's gut, waiting its term, Each thought, each step lies; the roots spread. They'll believe in us when we're dead. When we took 'Red Berlin' we found We always worked best underground. So; the vile body turns to spirit That speaks soundlessly. They'll hear it. - Snodgrass And the dream - and once, I remember, it seemed I was the dream - the dream tilts up to pour me out. - William Matthews I am impossible, I know it, a fan with a clattering blade loose, a car wit..

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