—President Harold Truman (referring to the atomic bomb), 1945
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart—Marcus Aurelius
And thou wilt give thyself relief—Marcus Aurelius
WTF does that mean?—Madeleine Shine
with my body I thee worship
who now cares that much about
a Duke of Edinburgh?
all production values evaporated
one doesn't mean to be unkind
and if this could be that other world in which
[how would I love thee]
think again of biscuits, perhaps hardtack
perhaps weevils, the semaphore approach ever closer
eating through the colloid-language of the brain
only a mile or so to go in fathoms
one hour's drive in vertical distance
to Space imagine Space and space
it is not surprising then apparently even that if anyway
that influenza after 1918
should become mythic as pollen
did Marx or Engels ever stipulate personality as the centre?
oppression? one nation?
why do you think it has been tried and failed?
think again of the Baka Pygmies and their fishing toxins,
their egalitarian rain
that's a mistake, not a particle collision
the distance, they mean
but again if this were the subjunctive otherworld
in which you were adjustable
how much would I love
to adjust you again
your flesh itself the industry of concern
caper now, caper in the arches of night
she cries all flighty
[and now count the strays, for they are flooded
and under the bridges lurk strolls
for all us flocking antic goats] in so
and count/shriek again look how the eyes
have strolled again/grotesque look it up
you won't know what they mean, not grotesque
but of candles and resonant caverns
cans maybe afterwards/sex of
a vast goat uneatable with such love
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