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REPORT OMINOUS MUTTERINGS

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a tongue waits in my mouth too slick for these hands too small to nurture these questions, invisible hairs standing to listen, ashes enveloping spittle my body an urn I refuse to clarify

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a reason to re-learn b/s tailslides

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#grids #pvd

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providence:

writing itself is improbable a city without leaving it first, impossible

as a kid I thought 'species' was short for 'spectacles' until I first heard it spoken aloud.  that sort of hush

light through the cut glass of strangers’ mouths or a spatial rhythm surfacing

inaudibly, in sand from westminster or fountain.  it travels like this: as it is made

you become smaller the longer I walk

this is how I stand very still,   unmember your moving

my custom, invading species of watching the rain

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It’s also the law of writing: one can only write in the direction of that which does not let itself be written and which one must try to write. What I can write is already written, it is no longer of interest.

– From the Word to Life: A Dialogue between Jacques Derrida and Hélène Cixous

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PANOPTITRONICS/AETHERICS.

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Embrace your uncomfort zone?

More like embrace adding “www.tumblr.com##.takeover-banner-link” to adblockplus’s custom filters

…no seriously that’s all you need to do to make it go away

you’re welcome.

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#voidworship

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Squeak Carnwath Bad, 1999

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In the dim yard something (plastic bag?) high in a tree looking like a snail reminded me of two large lonely trees just visible atop a mountain in view of my childhood bedroom window. I often indulged in believing they were monsters, that they could see me, and that I should pretend not to see them or else they’d climb down the mountain to eat me.

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Alvin Lustig, incantation 1947