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"You told Cædmon, a cowherd, to use his song-making gift in your service to spread the word of God. He did. His song, his poem, Cædmon’s Hymn, was written down in the vernacular, probably at your abbey, very likely at your instigation."

"mournful wind
over quick sand
open skylight
lockdown"

--@poemexe.com

80% of all American bees.

quebrith quisling · in food & air
   the builder & dreamer drive
incongruous is in session · the dark cave
   of the rain-threatened morning
running on fumes · furlglisten
   a blurry machination
Team Quebrith · taunted by the thought of peace
   rips up just-laid floor
looking for a lost · glimmer of hopelessness

his early anth[o]logy of concrete poetry, published as a special issue of the Chicago review in 1967, remains in print.