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EMERGENT / TENSE #5 - OUT OF PREFAB EULOGIES

To write is to make oneself the echo of what cannot cease speaking -- and since it cannot, in order to become its echo I have, in a way, to silence it. I bring to this incessant speech the decisiveness, the authority of my own silence. ---Blanchot

Saturday, April 18, 2009

LUNGS

we have nothing but company
bloated teaming growths
visitations of nostalgic cock fighting
the dark arts of distraction
filled viscera
squatting organelles
trading vowels
ekphrastic pluvia
Posted by David Wolach at 9:38 PM No comments:
Labels: from Living Rooms, poem, prefab eulogies
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