慢悠悠
Wet jewels
Hope for tomorrow overshadows our festivities
I wish I knew how to comfort her
Out on the pale criss-crossed sand
Conformity between the old and the new
No pious unity
Memory is the seamstress
Which future will you choose?
The danceable numbers had dangerous vibes
I link
Capitalism hoodwinks us daily
Love flooded in her like a spill of paint
And now / all fear gives way
The name might as well have been graven in stone
To the very edge of its collapse
Absolute truth will eventually put their paining hearts at ease
All my works serve the particular people I am filming
And almost he can remember this
Rhythmic and rippling and periphrastic
Not the coherent myth of the American century, its unruly shadow
Visions from those days seem to return with increasing persistence
After all, guilt is scaled to individuals
The joins are perfect
The only colour that matters is green
Spewing forth from a haze of static were vocals thick with rage
I was as incapable of turning away as were the trees
If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it
You can see the saltations in the sky on a clear day
So we’re all out here laboring in our own individual ruts
But even then, none of the information I retrieved seemed legible
The emulation of the American Dream is a great hoax
Mr Truman’s Degree
The Extractivism of Setting and the Traitor’s Text
A testament to the art of reading
Himes is the songwriter of the downtrodden
Long, but never boring
To Return to Innocence From the Other Side
We are living in the century of fear
Refusing Genocide
a bullet-stream / of oyster shells
Brian Evenson on Leslie Norris
Possibilities
I won’t say any more
Oscar
In Dreams
The Black Locomotive
Anything goes inbetween
The Shout
Sunday in the Trees
The Mark on the Wall
Sun
The Shipbuilder of Bellfairie
How we value human lives
Tiananmen
The Nomenclature of Fear
Guest
You Shall Know Them by Their Pitchforks
My standard for verisimilitude
Morning Song
The Kromlau Gambit
Corwick Grows
The Color of Distance
Gravity of the Flux
Dystopia for Realists
Real Tigers
Follow the Ecstasy
My model’s more the European