literature
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when the story in the book
when the story in the bookbefore the first verse in genesis is staged in your room and you are blindstrike flint on steelspurt sparks into your charcloth saturatethe rag with fireglowthe candle wick dippedin embers the creation of candlelight Continue reading
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Text and Video: but now he can drive the lioness to church on sunday
but now he can drive the lioness to church on sundayand i don’t have to use our old truck and time i don’t have i don’t have time to haul the loads of potatoes she digsup from her garden to the farmers’ market so his highnesswill have what he calls pocket cashabby says he’s a Continue reading
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when you wake
when you wakeblind as you do at every dusk of nightin the hours before sight dimsinto your room through the windowin your dormitory in every cellin every feather filled bag of bed your friendsclassmates peers with their hands feelfind the tinderbox you took to your bedand the short thread in tallow dippedand dipped a hundred Continue reading
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Text and Video: he picks up jorgy every night at eight oclock
he picks up jorgy every night at eight oclockhajorgy asks where’d the pauper get the chariotsays it dresses him up to a princehathe way he sits behind that steering wheel nahhe’d be humbled by a crown diminished by royal robesjorgy says they drive out to tiny’s place to loseat poker every night ‘til well past Continue reading
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tomorrow when the sun is still in its seed
tomorrow when the sun is still in its seedbefore the seed cracks and the first lightsprouts then spreads like a sudden vinetoward dusseldorf and cologne tomorrowremain blind as a mole ratthough the voice of the nightjarrestores your hearing and the song of the robin cures your senses remain blinddusk yourself back into dreamdusk yourself deaf Continue reading
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Text and Video: abi asks why i answer the ten oclock
abi asks why i answer the ten oclockquestions at rex’s café yeahhe sold that land sold the machinery he’s retired now y’knowbought that pickup new and all he doesis drive the old lady to the city to do errandspick up groceries at the i g afeed at the mill so she can feedthe chickens in Continue reading
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the final dawn
the final dawnsomewhere in thuringiaa bud on a twig of beechbuddedfrom dusk when the day shortenedinto winter orovernightbudded and now the time of yeardawn thaws and the day lengthensthe beech leaf is parchmentscroll rolled at the end of the twigwhen it’s unfurledinto a green daybreak bethere to read it Continue reading
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Text & Video: it was she who plowed furrows in the field.
it was she who plowed the furrows in the fieldand as she filled those furrows with seedhis highness gambled the acres out from under the machinery wheelsgambled the machinery right out from under her ass and the bankraked in the potraked in the harvestraked our inheritance into their record profits tell me abby won’t speak Continue reading
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when they cease to be your friends
when they cease to be your friendsit begins when they wake your daily companions the changebegins one morning the firstmorning after the annual season returns they waketheir lives dressed in silks and velvets embroideries abandoned and in their sleep smocks and in the woolen breeches of workers they go out of their roomswhen the oat Continue reading
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Text and Video: ah the lioness
ah the lionesswithout her the rain on their barnroof would drip ploink ploink ploink in the liquidmanure on the barn floor the horse in the barnwould wade plash plash plash through shit to the fetlocksto the knee knobs and yetnot even she can stop the corral collapse the decay of old posts into the dry Continue reading
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