this is 606
chicago-esque. all photography by ray pride
Thursday, July 2, 2009
alarm at dead of night
I hear the alarm at dead of night
I hear the bells — shouts!
I pass the crowd — run!
The sight of flames maddens me with pleasure
.
"Poems of Joy," Walt Whitman
[
Detail of print shown at Architrouve; originally Chicago Avenue west of Damen Avenue
]
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the bluest blue it is possible to obtain
i arced from coast to coast
cat four days lost
what to do about garlic, onions, cloves, spices
moon's acid light
competing pleasures will be destroyed
the ability to disclose what already exists
a thousand angels making festival
another secret
jubliating birds
just wait, wait
vanished quite slowly
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when the wind was right
cast a shadow
thinking of stabbing us to death
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