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Sex Pistols at the Longhorn Ballroom.

“Night Piece” (from the Spanish of Delmira Agustini)

Entangled in the nights of the tarn of your soul
I might litanize a web of silence and crystal
woven by insomnia’s great spiders.

Cream of lustral rain in a vase of alabasters,
O mirror of purity you polish the stars
and reflect the abyss of life in a sky…

I am the errant swan of the bloody trail,
I go leaving a stain and raising a churn.

Motel Safari.

“We are the clowns of the never-ending parade; for all the religions exist on the sides of cliffs that slowly descend towards the raging sea, like happy beings wishing to ride with death. The corpse is the believer’s truth.” –@gods_txt

"I translate not because I need an Arabic version of Celan now, but because what I need is for Gaza to translate Celan to me."