Wednesday, 19 October 2011


when winter there

thoughted containing

floater body / ground

many life

are as the corridor

moon made out

shell /s / rat

/ catcher.

Interlocking bone,



phenomena / adjacent

lattice cummerbund

upside down rivers the

house big as toenail a

geese on toast

shivering nakeds

pipettes & lamp.



i only told him of my anxieties

took piano lessons & i

sepulchral slab of incomprehension

he was among friends

coming into my room alone

white wine or sour milk

the total destruction of the peasantry

never dared speak to her.

Asked me for a light

(Section 3 consists of fragments lifted from Louis Althusser’s The Future Lasts a Long Time, translated Richard Veasey)

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