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"There are two sorts of literature: official and unofficial. The first is trash; the second, stolen air."

"Sonnets to Chango: III."

Nemesis, double-headed axe, vain cudgel
in mists, in gray fog falling, wine on the tombstone
freshly poured. Sanguinary Sabbath
in red & white, the festival of the jugular...
an older underground than kindly werewolves,
i carry it across rough ground, nor seiche
awaken; Chango, Father of Twins, wind's width
measured. And meanwhile, jesters parry dogma;
& we have built our castle out of yogurt.
The years with years' malaises stun & deafen,
& it's so hard to remain unerringly open.
weather's but a nemesis more stalwart.
A royal palm tree never was the culprit.
I gather pale blue berries off the juniper.

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"Malcolm Lowry, seemingly serious himself, told a friend he had once prayed to Kafka:
And he answered my prayer." --@MarksonQuotes

Some work I did with a camera in 2008.