song of the languagers
What are the signs of life? the breath, pulse,
sloughing off of old disguises in
Notes to hesitate, retract:
step by step to be idiot-awkward
with it to take care
by the throat & throttle it
bottle that genius
for mere magic or intoxic
it is sober he stumbles
on truth? Hell, no
this he sober gnaws
eternity of his skull.
His appetite is not experimental.
Friday, December 05, 2003
From Duncan's first letter to Denise Levertov in June 1953, "An A Muse Ment":
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