Full of rhetorical closing lines this morning, like my calendar still says the long 18th century and my "Essay on Man" is due by close of business. Clover from The Totality for Kids:
City about nothing at all: it will not
Speak of me or others, of love or youth
Or anything else. And the city called
The Antipast toward which you travel
And travel, where rain is filling
The April air with silver quotation marks.
Stanley from A Tall, Curious Girl:
This context-bound reality you construct
this facing up to death is just the fading
of the real sense of reality, fading
of the individual. We don't 'have to believe'
the world is for the young; it just is.

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