Wednesday, November 19, 2008
arsonland
For the most dissonant night charms us, even after death. This,
after all, may be happiness: tuba notes awash on the great flood,
ruptures of xylophone, violins, limpets, grace-notes, the musical
instrument called serpent, viola da gambas, aeolian harps,
clavicles, pinball machines, electric drills, que saisje encore!
"Rivers and Mountains," John Ashbery
[Chicago Avenue at Damen Avenue]
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- Ray Pride
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
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- now I am not going to face things
- the exhausted lightning
- softer than the mist
- ♫ take this longing from my tongue
- ♫ i can see now i never really committed
- a pleasant wavering of the air
- tapped
- ♫ lit
- acute
- failing
- jess
- trib towering
- arsonland
- ♫ writing in breath
- ♫ w
- kristin's nightmare
- fullstop.
- ♫ orbis
- serpentine
- a stir of dust
- thurber's light-juggling tiger
- ♫ falling
- ♫ walker
- mieze
- ♫ set
- beards
- obama ahead
- daylight savings
- cww
- transform
- west, north
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