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First, if I can, I’ll bring peace throughout your lands
Wig or pigtail; yellow flag or blue; in the green eyes of
the, in the brown eyes, peace like
a maritime message,
God unasked for, not in voiceover, immanent,
Talking them down to manslaughter —
People:
You are trapped in a true story
You are going to need the Critique
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Apparently what I’m carrying is called a shield
Apparently a warrior
But do they need it? Her
with her red silk Twiggy cap, him with his big broad chest,
they’re free enough
— take a set of literary,
take a set of philosophical,
and pummel them, though in a tenderizing way
Not, Reason:
a sham;
but, Romance —
let’s see what it can take
3
First though the idea changed and
everything felt different
Now if we had just let ourselves
be baffled
If we had asked the question
But no one had the tools; and when
despairing we took gasp
for grasp we found
we could do it again,
we could deliberately misconstrue
the wounding as a kind of
case and repeat as necessary
It’s anagonizing method, it’s
almost no method at all
But confronted with the mountain
pass between the feeling
and the feeling better we let it take on allegorical,
Let the grail go by
4
Those open doors? I pried them open
Those holes? I punched them out
And look at you now, bloody knuckles,
anonymously clanking your stein
Relax:
In earlier configurations
you might have been a hero,
But here — in air — synthetic
a priori glory —
flowers: kinder
way of doing things,
armor
momentarily aside
The very Alps resounding with it, peace
Peace & the wavering prospect of a Law
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Friend, ambivalent
austerities I cannot recognize
have captured you,
they are alluring:
rejection of grime empirical —
refusal to walk the dark plank speculation —
some middle path,
a precipice pulled back from
and loyalty to chaste
retreating criticism
— as thoughfrom Biaurepaire
you could charge into the field of provocation
and just sit down:
or: you are not the knight at all, and urge me on
demurring, maiden, knowing
one withdrawal pushes urge on elsewhere
— most
un-Kantian of you
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MY
HERO
By Anonymous
He brought peace
throughout their limbs
He moved like
the tide to bring them together
He was greatly
distorted to fit a pattern
There they were
the Vienna secession just sitting around
waiting for him
He shifted his
hips like the call to prayer
He rode the
tail end of Art Nouveau on
the
seat of a
ladderback chair
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Lord my body’s
eating up Romantic longing and
feeding it
back to me as maidens
Knights or maidens:
maidens singing:
better to siren
my way to the knights
Song or
proposition now which would you
have
me
Though in abstraction yes we are
far from the matrical
power of sex still he makes mewish for the names of
muscles,
Names to sing,
ligatures,
I know they’re
partitions too but I don’t regret it
That last
longnote of Evergreen is fundraising
now and
good for her
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