56. a cloth intent

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"Such is the delight of mental superiority that none on whom nature or study have conferred it would purchase the gifts of fortune by its loss." --Samuel Johnson, qtd in: Webster's New World Best Book of Aphorisms

" 'You can’t trust everything Twombly says,' wrote Edmund White in an essay quoted by Rivkin. 'When I asked him what his parents did, he said they were Sicilian ceramicists, and that they sold their pots in Ogunquit, Maine.' "

black dog
follows each step
eats up all that i make
i ask is this one good enough
guess not

whose we're seeking delicate final trace wrack
on the ghost race track
dirgewrixle serves it up the pushing tin-sore,
only alt-centaur
apotropaic-against-the-stork copper
ring & cork stopper
toast of most intricate, Don Pardo barley,
rude Bardo parley

strange machinery stuck in an open field
in the bright sunlight
in addition to my regular tsourris
new stupid trouble
such as only seems to befall those
with poor choosing skills
to get away for a little while only
from all that i know
blue light pulsing faintly behind the green screen
three rabbits leaping
along the twilight lawn as we leave the car
i see two of them

"She and Anthony had attended the funeral of the poet Geoffrey Hill in Cambridge and were shocked that Anthony seemed to be the only poet present."