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The Willow Landscape.

"WITH LETTER AND CLOCK

Wax
to seal the unwritten
that guessed
your name,
that enciphers
your name.

Swimming light, will you come now?

Fingers, waxen too,
drawn
through strange, painful rings.
The tips melted away.

Swimming light, will you come?

Empty of time the honeycomb cells of the clock,
bridal the thousand of bees,
ready to leave.

Swimming light, come."

—Hamburger's Celan

"I thought of loss, of disintegration, of monuments—of the body as a monument to the soul—of humans as grains of sand through the fingers of some divine being."

"Basically, to work in cable news at the moment, you need to have a facility for grinning while describing totalitarianism as a series of exciting developments." —@chadstanton.bsky.social

"Refried confusion is making itself clear."