The fullness of the universe, the emptiness of my body; I am where else is not. I am the absence of it. The warmth of this world, the coolness at my core; I move to release this place to anything.
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- 2009-07-30 – 23:56
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- By ddeboer
a line a bend a bend a little space a line a loop a little space a line a half bend a little space a inclined line & so on a long space, is what you need is what you get when the systems that fill the void of form with things that mean things [...]
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- 2009-07-30 – 14:48
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- By ddeboer
I prefer the curious burn of having taken up the hem, I mean taken up the pen, I mean writing is like a dress darling and you wear it or you don’t wear it and it’s good, it’s okay, I mean it’s the cramps that tell you you’re about to forge ahead a crown, I [...]
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- 2009-07-13 – 17:54
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- By ddeboer
And then–and then– it goes on though you don’t, or you go on though it doesn’t; God doesn’t like dice, or God adores dice and they are loaded; there’s a plot to end the story, but it goes on when the plot’s ended; you aren’t the last word, and you won’t have the last word; [...]
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- 2009-07-13 – 17:46
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- By ddeboer
You all sit down to eat the various me’s– vicious, delicious plurality.
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- 2009-07-13 – 17:44
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- By ddeboer
When I got up to have some cake a sign suggested “You should not eat too much cake, as there are others who like to have some cake too.” I though, “Damn hippie socialist! I’ll have as much cake as I please!” …so I did. The world came hastily to an end. Version 1 When [...]
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- 2009-07-11 – 14:39
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- By ddeboer
It’s a story made of trees that block and foil and guard. After a few nondescript parries and wooden deflections I slam it home like a car door. I never get to know what happens after you leave.
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- 2009-07-11 – 13:37
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- By ddeboer
I’m not difficult. You needn’t translate or interpret, much. It is what it is. Construct your own subtext, if you wish. The white spaces are for you. The margins are for you. Art for art’s sake. I confess nothing.
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- 2009-07-11 – 12:55
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- By ddeboer
My body is familiar with the world, if the world is the small of your back, the curve of your lips, the dark monolith of your eyes, the arc of you half-hidden in sheets, your breath boiling and rolling away like summer clouds. I can’t believe a word of it, the magnificent fraud of you– [...]
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- 2009-07-11 – 00:02
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- By ddeboer
Balance recovered, disaster averted: steady voice, strong arms. You asked me how. I littered phrases. None quite valuable, or quite true.
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- 2009-07-10 – 23:55
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- By ddeboer