Thursday, September 16, 2010

1099. NATHAN CHISELWHITE

NATHAN CHISELWHITE
He hammers the downbeat broadly, enacting any
profusion of sound : native endearments, wild
emancipatings, loud and raucous yells. Bring
them all out - the children and mamas and
whores all together. Make but one garment of
a many-woven eccentric tray. Red thread.
Green thread. Barely conscious fabric.
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I am the swami you met in Idaraputi;
do you not recall?

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