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These Words Are Not My Words
Words like mosquitoes swarming / Around me, pestering
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Language Speaks for Itself
What is language? Where does it come from and what does it want (from us)?
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Kneading Substance (3 versions: Work-in-progress)
By Richard Mather Kneading Substance [2706__0024] ebrah k’dabri - “I will create as I speak” I am kneading this substance into shape,...
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Lettrism
By Richard Mather A tool for imitating movement, For the small things that penetrate, For the breath's expulsion (those blow-hards), For...
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Cryptic
Cryptic By Richard Mather The scent of a foreign newspaper in the morning: New ink on old investments and trades. While down in Berlin,...
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Words II
By Richard Mather Having material weight, a poem can be shaped, sculptured and refined; erected as units, structures, factories, bridges,...
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Irked
By Richard Mather Like a sacred text folded in on itself, a page half torn away, stains in the margins, a footnote wrongly numbered, the...
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Discourse in the Garden
By Richard Mather An olive grove. Night. The sound of approaching footsteps. SOCRATES: ‘Swounds! A dark day for strong flowers and cool...
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French Horns, the Length of METAPHORS
By Richard Mather French horns, the length of METAPHORS, playing in the dark And I am still thinking We ask her what she thinks as she...
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