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Pixillation (1970). ☆☆☆☆

"...those who read in order to find new targets of denunciation are so far along now in their convergent evolution with AI, that the best way to protect yourself from them is to conceal your writing under a shroud of irreducibly human style, much as a hunter learns to blend in with the exquisite vegetal surroundings of the natural environment." --Justin Smith-Ruiu

The Jellyfish (1974). ☆☆☆

"Such Insomnia and the Shape

it takes in the dark. Moon with a faint
dent. Clouds squishing like grubs. The minerals

awake in their sightless caves.
Indifferent. Loveless.

Wulfenite, azurite, hematite,
sulfur. What I must do

is breathe and think of breathing
things, orchids and insects, the soft

exhalations of cedars on the cliff’s
edge. Or Röntgen’s first images of X-rays

on photographic plates:
fragile skeletons of frog and fish,

the left hand of his wife,
her tapered bones within their cloud

of shadowy flesh. The beginning
of seeing past sight—

in which what’s interior becomes
visible architecture for the living self.

I love the thought of slipping
into a darkness which is actually

the beginning of a different kind of light.
But how to know which darkening

is just a dreaming spinning out
the cocoon it will soon sail away from?

No one to turn the lights on,

to say this grotto’s simply full of dust
and brush away the shattered pollens. "

--Katherine Larson

Holdmese (1975). ☆☆