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Interview with Harryette Mullen.

“ORACULAR TIME

In this oracular time I sense you prowl,
My glistered demon, saint upon the coals
That quake to ash beneath your waking feet.
In this oracular time, the burning cloud bends down
To drain your eyes, the darkness climbs
Beyond the highest rung; illimitable Grace,
All space is you and moves in muffled shriek.
In this oracular time, how dare i speak.”

–Lorita Whitehead, First Poems (1962)

We Are Not Responsible.

“We are living in the narrow interval between the lightning and the thunder.” –Arrive at Easterwine

Lynch on Surrealist film.