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Fantasy Canyon.

Although writers (myself included) often like to pretend the only arena they work in is the lofty nebulous Mt Olympus of “World-Literature”, their books are physical objects whose fates are decided by the hands they fall into & the conversations they occasion, & these things are necessarily local. We talk about national literatures when we really should say: the city-literature of cultural capitals.

Oil painting.

"syllabus"

lungfish running shoes
shroudfiligree lug nut
in the red, blue, greenmurk
roars pentagram lint trap
roars pentagram lint trap

de gustibus gantry
game-shadowy hoedown
nothing i do drees
the nothingness vespered
the nothingness vespered

child, come to the gallows
occult in reward hoarded
in the red, blue, greenmurk
you march without pity

Old leafmeal lingerings.