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After the old man found it, the solitary
upright marker bearing his mother’s
mother’s name
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We suffer no immediate threats or enticements.Life pushes our paper boat toward the slowlake's center and withdraws. We smile,comment on the sky--So blue! So large!while waving madly at the old shore (poor sots).We kick the soft envelope of our folded…
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We suffer no immediate threats or enticements.
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We woke up at a rest stop on a knoll overlooking the Platte River, somewhere in Nebraska. Deborah and I were under a blanket on our mattress when Greg and Steve peered in the door.
“Psst! Janov, you awake yet? The sun’s been up for like a whole hou
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The proud, burly tree / Rests on the now crashed TV / Thanks a lot, nature
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There was a man crying, walking his dog
and a woman drove by
on a flat tire
They brought coffee to the tables
in large glasses on white saucers
There’d be long silver spoons
with which to stir in strong
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A canister of unused laughter taken from the mouth of a baby not yet born
A splinter of wood from a cross, perfectly preserved in dark tea
taken from the belly of a dead Irishman
A milky vial of smog taken from the air of Los Angeles circa 1965
A
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In se'enties style serenading strut
A passin all the pretty birds in kin',
The feathered Stetson ‘clipsin crimson suit,
A whistlin Dixie blues ‘cross county-lines.
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I am often late with my payment, mail a crumpled bill now and then in the envelope I tend to discover somewhere on the floor. Forget to write my address. Confusion results. Weeks go by. Papers fail to appear. Papers pile up outside…
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for O. Catherine said to me, ‘Ted, that's a really good name for you,' then she patted my head. When I slink down the poorly tiled halls, I hear a rumble in the air, I hear a tinkling in the walls, I feel my hair fleeing in fear and all the pests, alert upon my…
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(one of my early works: an image-text collage, animated in flash.)
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Watering his pansies in their pots with his ridiculous
watering can. Sticking his finger in the soil to
test the dampness. Obviously nothing on beneath
the silk robe. It’s almost fallen loose a dozen times
Balding. Maybe in his late forties. S
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A man alone in his paid-for living room, with his hands folded behind his head
A man running from a bar, a bald man seen from behind
Someone who made a wide circle to avoid your laughter
A man undressing at the side of the road saying: “How you
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I put on my one suit to impress the landlord. I made up a story that I was a trust-funder and Allison was my newly-wed wife and we had just arrived in California to start a relaxed life of luxury and yachting. We didn’t need to work because of this stea
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