Friday, January 15, 2010

"On the Aboutness of the Apocalypse"

clean freaks mark
the paths that shdows have made
among stones
among nostrums
veering around potholes
the morning after Oscar

Joel-Peter Wittgenstein
whose marbled morbid aphorisms
bare trees of Highland Park gesticulate
thus we repeat
calendar wrongs with alacrity
laptop blogging
from the longest runway
carpet burns and fettered scalawags

Anagrams of America. (via Silliman)

"Who would have thought the storm systems of Jupiter were trivial?"

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