rotting pumpkin offramp
erodes swift the gift rege
whereupon whiz hazards
whited clown won't founder
the price tags whirl—priggish
prankcheck—if a dank cough
wanders in from woundcount
await next big figment
"...as his [Goethe's] first romance he devised six brothers, each of whom 'wrote' chapters in a different language. Goethe thereby perfecting himself in German, English, French, Italian, Latin, and Judaeo-German (Yiddish)..." --Walter Blumenthal,
𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑚𝑒𝑛'𝑠 𝐵𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑎𝑚 (1955)
"Who am I then, in golden September..."
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