Blue (Chicago)
A brutal wind riled up about midnight. Half-sleep pictures of short-grain’d muscular oak limbs dashing the roof to pieces, and Beckett. Or a line out of Kenner: “Objectivity eschews nudges.” (Joe Friday: “Just the . . .”) Tempus tacendi, et tempus loquendi, as the reversible Mr. Pound in a black impermeable did not say.
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There is a final big bounty of things to read in EPR 8, one of the electronic “ancients,” though susceptible—like us all—to irregular musketries of sloth and fervor. Edited by Katherine Hazzard, D. A. Powell, and Xu Smith.
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I, too,
Visit’d by
A moment
Loose fly
Scarce anent
The ends
Of vernal
Skirl, and
Skew out
Vent’d dismay.
Shine a
Combine surfeit,
An implacable
Hey with
Ho nonny
Puttering about
Unfasten’d, unrestrain’d,
And quibbling.
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Quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus . . .
