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| roll, eskimo, weblog, gotham, autechre, restaurant, 1976, community art, charlize theron, menu guide, tim colceri, round table, richard lineback, gladys' comedy room, armenia, sean stone, algieria, paul haggis, amman, ray, movies, heather champ, personals, | H E R S We have kink always like those others the ways they move birds holding the air for dear life fish screwing the water for dear life animals sniffing the earth for dear life it's all so simple we say how they take what is there or each other how they know who to take who will take them but what's the tune they dance to? every step kink is a sure one every turn undisputed though it end in the rhythm of jaws We always liked kink them those others whose singing is beyond our throats T H E O L D G A L Autumn weather gets to the old gal. Her winter coat predicts the worst is yet to come up 116th Street. In the Palisades the fevered colors drive out the green, blaze at least some heat for the eye. A patch of cotton behind her glasses keeps her right eye warm and windproof. Up the hill she staggers as the year grows old. Mumbling, "the old gal she ain't what she used to be." T H E G I V I N G O F N A M E S No doubt it once had a classical name. Something had happened was forgotten till something new happened again: a farmer made a trip from Arcadia to Achaea took his donkey with him to carry the load. |
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| -- the jet vanishes over the horizon as its smoke crumbles drifts into streaky cirrus high above the running autechre orange light over the deepened blue and the breeze. T H E S T A L K S A N D T H E S T R E N G T H O F autechre T H E W I N D There was nothing I could do to save her she was so fragile to have kissed her then the thought of her body crumbling at the lightest touch of my fingertips made me keep my distance autechre so I followed: she waited for me in trees while I hid behind hedges when she moved into open country I stayed in the mountains never losing sight of her except when she entered water I always knew the spot where she would come up for air shaking her head and smiling at me though she couldn't see me it was then I tore my hands on the rocks and filled my eyes with sand and blood swearing never to let her see me she began to grow wild: defiling herself on dung heaps defying me to stop her challenging my clumsy hands we waited, crouched in a field of corn until she came running through her long hair brushing the stalks forward with the strength of the wind we waited for the sun to make her ready my hands held her by the shoulders I kissed the raisins where her eyes were T H O S E O T |
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