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Der Blinde Junge The dam Bellona littered her eyeless offspring Kriegsopher Upon the pavements of Vienns Sparkling precipitate the spectral day involves the visionless obstacle this slow blind face pushing its virginal nonentity against the light Pure purposeless eremite  of centripetal sentience Upon the carnies horologe of the ego the vibrant tendon index moves not since the black lightening desecrated the retinal altar Void and extinct this planet of the soul strains for the craving throat in static flight up-slanting A downy youth's snout nozzling the sun drowned in dumbfounded instinct Listen! illuminati of the colored earth  How this expressionless "thing" blows out damnation and concussive dark Upon a mouth-organ

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Dance with me. Bring my demons to their knees.

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaCmD4fJkhQ)

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Brancusi's Golden Bird          The toy         become the aesthetic archetype As if          some patient peasant God          had rubbed and rubbed          the Alpha and Omega          of Form          into a lump of metal          A naked orientation          unsigned       unplumbed              ---the ultimate rhythm          has lopped the extremities          of crest and claw          from          the nucleus of flight          The absolute act          of art          conformed          to continent sculpture          ---bare as the brow of Osiris---          this breast of revelation          an incandescent curve          licked by chromatic flames          in labyrinths of reflections          This gong          of polished hyperaesthesia          shrills with brass          as the aggressive light          strikes          its significance          The immaculate          conception          of the inaudible bird          occurs          in gorgeous reticence...

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Mina Loy in Florenz, 1909 (Foto von Stephen Haweis, courtesy of Roger L. Conover)

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To be so modernistic in the era she lived in I assumed she had to be somewhat unconventional

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The melting pot melts in one direction only, and so we make progress.

Terry Pratchett: Snuff (via panupaavipalleroxiv)

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Massimo Vignelli (né en 1931)  Melting Pot 1976 (The United States is the Melting Pot, or Melting Pot of America), 1989 - Heritage Auctions.

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Schoolhouse Rock, “The Great American Melting Pot”

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eugenics (n.)

study of factors that influence the hereditary qualities of the human race and ways to improve these qualities

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Loy had written several prose and notes on eugenics and her thoughts on interracial mixing. She was on the fringes of supporting our “melting-pot” society.

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Poe a lyric elixir of death embalms the spindle spirits of your hour glass loves                                          on moon spun nights sets     icicled canopy     for corpses of poesy     with roses and northern lights Where frozen nightingales in ilix aisles                                           sing burial rites Ebenkamp, Paul. Modernist Women Poets, edited by Paul Ebenkamp, Counterpoint, 2014. ProQuest Ebook Central, . Created from cgcc on 2017-05-12 21:42:34.

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“And “Immortality”

mildews...

in the museums of the moon”