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Internal Processing.

"moth-lit jellyfish"

warpkernel of waning
will—succulent fuel cell
now do we prove conclusions
our lime batrachians sing
parked high on a hat perch
hence balancing vow-heeled
now do we learn the meaning
of slogans thrown on the air

Façade.

"...when she was five years old enjoyed an intense relationship with a peacock. This strange creature remained loyal, waiting for her every morning to come out into the garden, until Sir George bought a mate of its own species and Edith was left cruelly abandoned." —Edith Sitwell: Façade with an interpretation by Pamela Hunter (1987)

" It wasn’t the depression that was the engine of my work. . . .  That was just the sea I swam in." (via @evecastle.bsky.social)