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Why Some Girls Love Horses.

“Scorn of Rays”

Soft viridian light,
And a voracious call throbbing.
Falling mists.

You will know an arrival by.

If inch.
If furlong gilt with,
So your gain.
Rays from it glow on surf-curlings.
But who has such?

I flow toward not.

(2001--fridge magnet poem [?] )

"I wrote A Hacker Manifesto in an imaginary language I call 'European,' which is equal parts Church Latin, Marxism, and business English—the three transnational languages of the continent."

" 'We can make quite a useful world out of our imagination. I don’t know why falsehood does not do as well as truth.'
'It often does better; that is why it is used instead.' " —@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

Giants' Work.