Tuesday, June 06, 2017

fifty grades of Che

as night falls,
passes the rain

light breaks through shattered squalls
as night falls

we reach an end to dolls
but not to pain

as night falls,
passes the rain

Theremin Morricone.

"...And if you are unpanicked, tell me what you find
On how the sun flies and the snow is spent,
What blasts and bessemers we live in, that dissolve
All the loam loaned to spine and ligament."

--Reuel Denney, in: The New Pocket Anthology of American Verse (1955)

"...the author is quoted as saying the work falls into a category called 'speculative rhetoric,' and it’s a type of writing, he says, that dates back to the invention of philosophy."

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