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Zeitgeist Spam: With the Noose Around My Neck 56

Sean Bonney, “After Rimbaud (For The Administration)”, “Letter on Poetics (Saturday, June 25, 2011)”, “Letter on Silence (Tuesday, August 30, 2011)”, in All This Burning Earth, at Ill Will Editions;

Source: Zeitgeist Spam: With the Noose Around My Neck 56

Is there life after Hangman? | Zeitgeist Spam

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Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. – William Blake, poet, printer, engraver

Is there life after Hangman?  

My next post will be in re Nuestra America.  – John Bloomberg-Rissman at Zeitgeist Spam

Nuestra America | Zeitgeist Spam

One Poem by Anne Gorrick and an excerpt from MY BEAUTY IS AN OCCUPIABLE SPACE 37 PROSED SONNETS by Anne Gorrick & John Bloomberg-Rissman | Horse Less Press

One Poem by Anne Gorrick and an excerpt from MY BEAUTY IS AN OCCUPIABLE SPACE 37 PROSED SONNETS by Anne Gorrick & John Bloomberg-Rissman | Horse Less Press.

Reading John Bloomberg-Rissman. | Arduity

 

Arduity.

Zeitgeist Spam: In the House of the Hangman 1639

In the House of the Hangman 1639

In my alienation, sophistication and vanity, it was not terror but a great force of aidos, and of grief, that came over me – a grief which kept watch on me, clung to me, belonged to me. They always came together, in that order: alienation, sophistication, vanity, grief, aidos. Why did I ever start learning the flute? I am, frankly, concerned that I matter. I would, after these ritual nights of water-gazing in my private temple, fall asleep at the foot of the statues of Silenus, too taken by the thought of always being extraneous, a being-extraneous, too filled with the distant chatterings of those warriors training their boys to recollect not the real domains of forms (discretely installed myths) – ‘cause that process is all hush hush for the old guys – but the human soul which now possesses its treasured, barnacle covered, alien temple. . . .

Zeitgeist Spam: In the House of the Hangman 1639.