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“Surrealism freed me from many things” (Miltos Sachtouris).

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Dear Césaire, dear Desnos, my dear beloved César,

How are you? I am fine. I miss you very much. Oh, before I go, let me say, please save us from poems about nothing / poems that fear the vast unknown, that say, instead, “Please like me. I’m such a sensitive person. I am not an owl, you are not an owl, the owl is not an owl.”
love,

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Freighting wool on the Denver & Rio Grande from Durango to Colorado Springs. The way time elongates during the intricacies of the Navajo sheep-clip.

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I saw a film last evening that I hadn’t seen since 1966. It reminded me of the death of all things dead.

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“I who Krakatoa / I who everything better than a monsoon” (Aimé Césaire).