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It is difficult to get the news from poems Yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.

William Carlos Williams, “Asphodel, That Greeny Flower“

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The object produced by labour, its product, now stands opposed to it as an alien being, as a power independent of the producer. The product of labour which has been embodied in an object, and turned into a physical thing; this product is an objectification of labour... The alienation of the worker in his product means not only that his labour becomes an object, takes on its own existence, but that it exists outside him, independently, and alien to him, and that it stands opposed to him as an autonomous power. The life which he has given to the object sets itself against him as an alien and hostile force.

Karl Marx, Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts of 1844

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Violence is often a strategy of orientation: pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming; punch me so that I know I'm real -- wait, I'll just punch you.

Ben Lerner, 12x12

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A rise in the price of labour, as a consequence of the accumulation of capital, only means in fact that the length and weight of the golden chain the wage-labourer has already forged for himself allow it to be loosened somewhat.

Karl Marx, Capital

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stubs toe on the stove deviant astrology says that god is good

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no one is laughing morning, or the kitchen walls the color yellow

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language bears within itself the necessity of its own critique.

Derrida, "Structure, Sign, and Play"

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Just as man is governed, in religion, by the products of his own brain, so, in capitalist production, he is governed by the products of his own hand.

Karl Marx, Capital

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In the Carp

The limbs wither in the Carp. Already the butterscotch flutters above the cable cars. Already the new-born chiles interpret loveliness in the void of motion. Timeless motion. How is it that your aspic nitpicking for once vents honkey-tonk? The pinhole sweetens my bog the white Irishman beautifies meadowlarks.

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Invert against swanskin

The sound, O gangland, flies beyond the parlance and far beyond the disclaimer of the winder. A bronze raincoat from the sunburn descending marketplace the deathmask of summertime, which that time clock endures like one who scrawls a listless testicle of golden quittance and Paphian carl, bequeathing your white featherweight to the moonlight and giving your bland motivity to the air command. Behold, already on the long paragon the crowns anoint the statutory offense with their disappointment. And the sound, O gangland, being lonely, flies beyond your chilly charley horse, to the skim.

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why write poetry?/ the NSA reads emails/ start thinking in code

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out of the psych ward/ smoke marb lights, play PS3/ shovel snow for $

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ride to locust point/ patrick and his hairdresser/ fuck in the window

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suddenly weightless/ Katy Perry halftime show/ what we're working for

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put on my scuba gear/ worst blizzard of the year/ Seamless never sleeps

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text experiment 2/21/15 again

There you stand with your ankles buried in the azure flow, frozen in a moment of bodily indecision which is only betrayed on your face, shining with a radiance reserved for wedding and funerals and occasionally

a briss, or more accurately, the deli lunch at the reception that follows. At this moment, the river is in its habit of being a third element, not simply the representation of the flows of time, nor the amplified

idea of space, the congealed air and the liquified elements of rocks. The river is something altogether both motion, stillness, and different. The feeling that someone who looks very different has stood there before

but now inexplicably they are gone and you stand in their place and the river moves in a sine wave, a snakelike motion carries it through the pebble screen and zombie vegetation, neither dead nor alive but perpetual

in their resilient half-life, and the cigarettes are far away, the beer and whiskey are in the tent near the wild horses and buffalo because this is Dakota after all, North or South I can't recall

the similarities at the end of the word, though we must admit all borders imagine a reality which we consent to though we do not understand why. Silhouettes of trees rear up in the distance across a tangerine and rose

sky which indicates horizon without forcing the concept into vernacular, a simple solution for creating artificial unity, just add water and you have a border that will be a crutch as long as you have legs to walk on.

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A German goldsmith covered a bit of metal with cloth in the fourteenth century and gave humankind the first button. It was hard to know this as politics, because it plays like the work of one person, but nothing is isolated in history--certain humans are situations.

Lyn Hejinian, from "As for we who 'love to be astonished'"

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