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A memorandum-book does not, provided it is neatly written, appear confused to an illiterate person, or to the owner who understands it thoroughly, but to any other person able to read it appears to be inextricably confused.

James Clerk Maxwell


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Tuesday, July 25th

The cool, heavy sun is mute: Apollo's
giddy, radiant youth
past and gone.

The sky is cloudy. Daisy's
nervous growl
reminds you
you need to be somewhere
in an hour or two,
reminds you
it's Sunday.

posted evening of July 25th: Respond
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Wednesday, July 19th

Myriad the threads of sound, distinct, which woven together undergird
the forest's majestic, contemplative Silence-- the wind, trickling water,
birds... distant traffic... angry fat guy yelling at his girlfriend on the
phone...

posted evening of July 19th: Respond
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Monday, July 10th

WITH INSURANCE

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Saturday, July 8th

#arspoetica #analogiesfortime

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Saturday, June 24th

Boolean intimacy/ cold equations/ of true love and betrayal, heartbreak/ and satisfaction

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Tuesday, June 13th

Urschleim

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Sunday, April 16th

se debe leer en un idioma que no sea el propio

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Friday, October 28th, 2016

Dispersión

Mirá / estas cenizas / que fueron en otro tiempo mi cuerpo / lo que has abrazado fuerte / en otro tiempo / sientelas caerse / estas cenizas / entre tus dedos. Escuchá / al bosque / silencioso.

Scattering

Look, now/ at these ashes / that used to be my body / you held me tight / used to / Now feel them falling / these ashes / between your fingers. Listen / to the silent / forest.

posted evening of October 28th, 2016: 1 response

Thursday, July 30th, 2015

outside

outside
the repetitive nonverbal dialogue of crickets and birds. Pradeep pradeep!
--sh!--sh!--sh!--sh!--sh!--sh!!

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Thursday, January first, 2015

mañana es otro dia

mañana es otro día
por J. Osner


nos unamos los manos:
nos giremos hacia el este
esperando al sol que teñirán
de rosa sus rayos el cielo negro;
nos dejarán saber
que empieza el nuevo día,
ese día hasta que postergábamos
todos los deseos más queridos.
agárrame a mí ahora la mano
y dime nuevamente, muévete:
nos ya estamos quemando
debajo del sol del mediodía.

posted evening of January first, 2015: Respond

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