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Barbara Nessim thread.

"La era a tu margen anúlase. Ya la edad no asoma, no se ve un sol. Anida la brutal sajadora atroces y animales sones (sus sones). Senos (sus senos) se lamina y se corta a rodajas la turba ladina. Los nueve sonamos a onda de ala; y esa luna negra muta a real." --@sispanapsis

Google translated: 'The era at your margin is annulled. Age no longer appears, no sun is seen. Nests the brutal sajadora atrocious and animal sounds (its sounds). Senos (their breasts) are laminated and cut into slices from the Ladino peat. The nine of us sound like a wave; and that black moon mutates into a real one.'

Hommage A L'Hexagone.

Random # 167 = 326 in base-7; 3 + 2 + 7 = 11 lines

flaying winds & flooding · car floats on the little screen
  in dawn's long shadows
i acquire curated · sounds & send
  my dark thoughts roaming
do i need another · nugatory tome
  from the perfect press stillborn
the textures of concrete · elude the telling
  & i have no other muse
as i ease through an underpass · sheer glare beyond
  fam'lies who huddled in tents
to sleep get slaughtered · swift-scatter their remains

The Story of the Kelly Gang.