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Torn Apart by the Titans
By Richard Mather Torn apart by the titans within – those subterranean lords lodged in the primitive brain – we die daily, daily...
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Sin's Body
By Richard Mather There is in me a Body of Sin: Sin its own heart and lungs, brain-blood-bones- teeth-tongue; a crown of vice adorns the...
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Deansgate, 4 A.M.
By Richard Mather The moon appeared to float on a skein of black water and a wind sang a high pitch B, 246.94 Hertz. And something else –...
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Crux
By Richard Mather I am a body of sin bent beneath the Jerusalem sun. Sin is in my heart and mouth, my hair and my breath. And as I climb...
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Do Not Murder
By Richard Mather After creating the heavens and the earth God vanished from the cosmos, leaving only a trace of Himself in the concept...
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Lignum/Ignus
By Richard Mather beetle bugs the vermicular pulpy matter & morel mushroom spores creeping fire, wood, mud dried under tracks, cracks...
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Makom
By Richard Mather It is It is a place, It is a place, Makom, It is a place, Makom, where animal and man, may be called to ascend, ascend...
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Hog-Squeal
By Richard Mather Hog-squeal of the universe, horrid sublime (of suffering), divine zip line, the Event , Nietzsche’s vertical / Foucault...
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A Poststructuralist Critique
By Richard Mather Devoid of contextual inter-relations, the Left has relinquished its hegemonic structures for something more postmodern...
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Drive
By Richard Mather Let us drive, you and I, to a hotel in the city. Turn the radio on and let the landscape fly. Let the apple boughs sway...
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A Twisted Tree
By Richard Mather A twisted tree from sapling green to creek-brown god, nature's will has bent its back, perversed its proper shape:...
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First Sentence
By Richard Mather I cannot remember my first word, But I do recall my first sentence: Cribbed in a box with the lid on, Kept under house...
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Contraction
By Richard Mather After the fusion of blood and tree, I descended, the voice of derision singing in my ears, past the wet-green eyes of...
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The Truth, Itself and the False
By Richard Mather Creation 1 before the beginning was darkness: mysterious non-being, not one, not many from the darkness came a great...
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Red Planet
By Richard Mather red is the colour of the bone snapped back red is the colour of a land under bombs the root of the brain with its...
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Monas II
By Richard Mather The soul occupies a doorless room on the upper floor of this house. Five senses – Five windows – Enter the light, wind...
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Monas
By Richard Mather A cell where everything happens on the inside, an inside without an outside. Only when there are objects is there space...
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Eidola
By Richard Mather The air is full of images -- hyperreal simulacra -- film-like pictures streaming from surfaces of objects and...
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A Poem Is
By Richard Mather a cluster of black atoms, of varied shapes and connections, configured with an inclination towards sense and suspended...
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A Man from the Party
By Richard Mather A man from the party follows me home, calls me names. He wants to punish me for wearing a neoconservative t-shirt....
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