army of rainy mornings
most of them lost · one last sings
a book i suppose i have · crimson bound
a small loud kibitzing
water collected in the streets flies up
& slops the hood in sheets
a paucity of cantrips
on the frontier of collapse
taps on an army morning
"The avant-garde has been effectively memory-holed, and if you try to point this out your contemporaries will point to various avant-garde-themed commercial products, which bear roughly the same relationship to the avant-garde as a 1959 Nancy comic riffing on abstract expressionism bears to the butt of its riff (I myself love Ernie Bushmiller, by the way), and will insist that these phantom apparitions are proof that the tradition in question is still alive and well." --Justion Smith-Ruiu on his substack
Off the cuff Shakespeare sonnet.
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