Thanks, Peter.
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Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
> I admire the [de]construction in the dream,
> the regeneration/resurrection implied
> the stripping bare.
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> -Peter Ciccariello
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> -----Original Message-----
> From: Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]>
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> Sent: Wed, 22 Jun 2005 11:13:13 -0700
> Subject: Snap - Vincent
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> Arrested by the pleasures
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> Of being singular and alone
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> Not particularly:
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> On a desert mountain she writes her novel
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> Rakishly
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> And sees no one. The feather quick hit
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> Fingers to the keyboard is small provision:
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> An inhabitation in letters
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> Is variously good but this is not a lecture.
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> The dayıs sun trowels my shoulders.
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> At night I dream my late father has now
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> Fully evacuated the house, each room
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> A dark emptiness, a vacant breeze, the doors
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> Squeak among loose hinges. As the sun rises,
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> The floorboards, already ripped away from crossbeams
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> The earth below, a rich, dark brown, loose loam,
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> Fit to give over, fresh for planting.
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> Stephen Vincent
> Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
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