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I am not I
when called to account—
plaster over, dumbly benched
the corrosive ardency
of blinkered identification.
To affirm nothing, a veil
of asymptotic bent,
prattling over-
tunes in the striated…
Contributor:
Charles Bernstein
Places:
Philadelphia, United States of America
Date:
1997
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Out of being torn apart
comes art.
Out of being split in two
comes me and you. HA HA!
Out of being torn in three
comes a logical poetry. (She laughed but not at poetry.)
Out of the essential…
Contributor:
David Shapiro
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
2002