Some vague attention
of wind stirs the golden oats
-Joanne Kyger
Desolate film,
haunt that totality
where we opera.
The size of Finland
my invisible alto.
Dream-starve the
metallic gauze of permanence.
A stethoscope heard itself,
left us thumping.
Drenched in owls,
these mysterious data.
Forests allow themselves that exact tangle.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Thax Redux
[Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips and Thax Douglas discuss the merits of giving senior citizens a free ride on the CTA.]
Sunday, Oct. 26
Reading: Thax Douglas and friends
Location: Myopic Books, 1564 N. Milwaukee, Chicago
Time: 7 pm
Contact: larrysawyerpoet@yahoo.com
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