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a sardine just burst out of the ground and pierced me

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+5 points if you can find pound’s disgusting mussolini-cheerleading in this opaque and otherwise quite beautiful poem

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poemo en esperanto kiu mi skribis… mi ne estas tre bona verkisto ankoraŭ sed mi povas… eble tiu okazaĵo estos la okazaĵo en kiu mia esperanto fariĝi deca

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i look at the news and something has to give

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I feel like an alien tomb would be sooooo fucking cool until a alien mummy gets up and chase you

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“herakles,” by euripides [trans. anne carson]

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paul celan

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On Avenue A, when Halloween rolled around, on that American yontef [holiday], whose meaning they didn't understand whatsoever, all six youngsters would go out on the street with socks stuffed full of ash, whacking everyone with whom they crossed paths over the head with them. Such a densely packed sock could give someone a serious headache, but it was an honored mineg [custom] on the Lower East Side, and you don't just go around messing with tradition." - Khaver Paver, "Clinton Street"

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george stanley

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saul bellow, “herzog”

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goylemdik shlep

ikh zikh

arum, mayn

shtern farkhasmet

mit “hevl” —

tsung opgenumen

fun loshn-thomen

un pshat-kholels

vos brekhn

plutsem aroys

oyf der

same rege

fun redn.

golem-like i

drag myself

around, forehead

inscription: not-sense —

tongue frozen

by language-cavitites

and meaning-voids

that erupt

suddenly at

the moment

of speech

——

poem i wrote about the (im)possibility of fluency, construed historically, linguistically, culturally

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"Anyone who has ever tried to recount a dream to someone else is in a position to measure the immense gap, the qualitative incommensurability, between the vivid memory of the dream and the dull, impoverished words which are all we can find to convey it: yet this incommensurability, between the particular and universal, between the vécu and language itself, is one in which we dwell all our lives [.]" - Fredric Jameson, "Imaginary and Symbolic in Lacan"

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“Love is too weak a word for what I feel — I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F’s, yes.” - Annie Hall, dir. Woody Allen, 1977

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