Though I have written considerably about my own poetry, I have not been able to derive, in writing, a poetics therefrom. But it seems that

PART ONE 1. The machines that have been established, old or not old …having to break them. And the parts lie out on the plain.

Money Has An Enemy 1.4 The Bank put itself in full view. Infirmity broke its mountain. Infinity held its ground. Wrench Boy-Girl was uninvested. Hammerhead

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And Earth had lost another portion of the infinite! America: a Prophecy, William Blake This piece will neither begin nor end. In spite of appearances,

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NOTES The thinking that goes in to a poem or that can be awakened as its “further life” —like the fuzzy temporal location of particles

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1) The elixirs of immortality confuse even the gods. Who’ll scoop it up in a skull and stash it somewhere? How much do you have