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Believing she had no imagination or aptitude for art, she was initially reluctant to attend the art therapy studio.

1.
faraway newfangled
savage overseers
we fare still
in our grooves of agreement

disparage the spectacle

2.
heart's-labyrinth, hiking
linear harg bargains
the thick witted wombat
skirling war from boredom
sees shadwless shrapnel
bulwark shrieks at poolside

3.
ev'ry bully is a coward
ev'ry bully is a coward
ev'ry bully is a coward
with a weapon in his hand
ev'ry bully is a coward
ev'ry bully is a coward
ev'ry bully is a coward
with a weapon in his hand

4.
   faucets drip tonight—
& i think about the cars
   of the disappeared
pulled over, doors wide, left strewn
across Minneapolis

5.
   Wormtongue says, "Now we're
finally getting somewhere"
   & the black glass planes
lift off with shackled cargo—
he croons the gleeful numbers

Stereoscope thread.

"On the bus ride from Bologna to Florence, several women blocked the road forcing our bus to a halt, crying out my name. Gregory [Corso] and I disembarked. Some of the women kissed the hem of my black dress. I was horrified as they wrung their hands and cried out to me in Italian. What do they want? I called out in desperation. Gregory spoke fluent Italian and translated for me. They want you to free their husbands, all political prisoners, he said. They believe you have the power to do that." —Bread of Angels

Wallpaper group.