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STOP! What are you doing?!?! Stop waving your arms like that!
What is your most unfailing source of joy?
The fountain Hippocrene where the muses bathe? Manna? Eating an apple in the morning? Bird song? Certain mistakes of the senses? Dumb luck? The alphabet? (or is that unfailing sadness, as above). I wish I knew. I mean, I think I wish I knew.
1. Wittgenstein holds that not even pain is private. Pain is signaled by a limp, a grimace, a scowl, a pointing indication.
2. Cloak upon cloak upon cloak.
6. Ritual killing — brutal, spectacular killing where the body is tied to horses who charge in opposite directions — is replete with meaning, too.
13. “The body does not suffer fully except in a state of nakedness.”
14. “The meaning of it is clear.” But not really.
“75% of commercial seed is already in the hands of 5 companies. Ninety percent of the corn. Ninety percent of the soy. Ninety-five percent of the cotton — this is an emergency.”
What just popped into my eye was a fiend’s umbrella.
The dream of architecture,
which eclipsed the violence
of its inception, collapsed
the volition of its inaner
epic in a wake founding
of her pink city-state.
[Note: Sources: Sarah Edwards, “text”, at experiential-experimental-literature, 13 Jul 012; Sean Bishop, as quoted in “Sean Bishop Discovers Great Online Poetry Journals”, at Harriet, 13 Jul 012; Maryam Monalisa Gharavi, and Dan Beachy-Quick, as quoted in Gharavi’s “Five Questions with Dan Beachy-Quick”, at The New Inquiry, 13 Jul 012; J P Hansen, “Semiotics Gone Somatic Spectacle: Alan Singer's THE INQUISITOR’S TONGUE (FC2)”, at The Altered Scale, 13 Jul 012; Vandana Shiva, as quoted in Gail Nickel-Kalling, “Vandana Shiva – Seeds of Humanity”, at GoodFood World, 13 Jul 012; Ted Berrigan, “Sonnet L”, at Poetry Foundation; Lawrence Giffin, “Presque vu”, at ink node]