"decrypted summons"
dark-encrusted footsteps
staycation cakewalk
planet after planet
plummets along songlines
forest-green grog spills
Graywyvern bent driving
summer with sword stands grimly
degraded shell, sell-by date;
bergamot tea, tire gauge
Kierkegaard to His Shadow Near a Stream.
"My worry—I don’t know if it was Celan’s, too—is, if we follow his metaphor to the end, whether there will be a human-inhabited island left when the bottle is finally washed ashore. Or a homo sapiens able to read such messages." —Pierre Joris via via Fabienne Ziegler


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