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Mismatch the Unsaid

Mismatch the Unsaid

There is no real relationship between a word and what it represents – outside our minds, outside our desire to forge that relationship. Outside the web of communication between one mind and the next, beyond the catalog of accepted naming conventions, there is no natural connection, correspondence or exact match. It is, in a word, arbitrary, empty, functional. The word “dog,” for instance, tells us (rather, demonstrates) nothing, really, about the actually existing animal, and the actually existing animal exists…

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Sensible Delusions

Sensible Delusions

  Death in Life   Fall down breathe out the last Fall down Because belief is gone Tripped up on the way Tripped up Because an earlier time An earlier phase Made one feel That now was endless Now was always And the end was so far away We could afford to give it all up In the moment We could afford to be reckless With our lives because we thought There was so much left in the bank Time…

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Homage To Anna

Homage To Anna

Was thinking again about Anna Akhmatova’s graceful, direct, hit you in the gut poetry. Was also thinking about non-poetic things like economics. I think recent events have made it very clear just how muddy the topic really is. Clear as mud and slush in the morning before rush hour starts. As is my wont at times, I took another look at an old poem of mine in a new context:       Unemployed   He read Akhmatova while he…

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