BIRD
(for Jill because she took the picture)
Some times you see
in what you see
what you see it through:
a smudge of memory,
a ghost, a word, someone,
yourself maybe,
hovering there before you,
as small as something
you once heard.
A loose set of blogbooks, each a series of considerations on poetry and poetics, working progressively past the concerns of the Language and post-Language poets and their devolution into aestheticisms. "Post-language" in its engagement with the extra-linguistic concerns of both Tibetan and Euro-American philosophies, it also simply posts language to work toward the form of a practice of anti-aesthetics as an answer to contemporary poetic and political theory. It is an exercise book.
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