Sunday, August 20, 2023

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Driving in San Carlos.

" 'Mid hollow charnel let me watch the flame
Of taper dim, shedding a livid glare
O'er the wan heaps..."

--Thomas Warton

Grin.

protections stripped
for that last scrape of meat
on the public bone

in the helter-skelter
who will notice

my lie goes viral

"Pynchon’s Surrealism is like Varo’s, not the poetry of haphazard collisions but a thing of stylised figures in a world where hidden meanings may be present but also reluctant to reveal themselves."

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