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friday is my day!!!

Most Fridays only contain three or four hours of teaching and then the afternoon and evening are free. God it is nice. Here is a revision of an earlier poem. Still in the works, but moving in a better direction. Think the manuscript is changing. Prodigal Drift is no longer the right title.

Primal Verge

Detergents force out dirt and foam is the spirituality of luxury. The washing machine is a house of memory with a music hall of tumbling cycles. Whosoever cycles among the signals will grow ears. New clothes are old clothes in new bottles. Reckless rhetoric is a reflexive lyric.

Dirt is my lunch and my lunch
is written on the wall.


Keef said…
Greetings, Marcus!

Thanks for reading my blog-ish type thingy.

I'll most definitely have to pay Katowice a visit, anything to get away from Kielce for a weekend. I've only been here for a couple of weeks, but as yet I haven't met any expats or discovered any creative ways of getting drunk.

We are members of an elite club: those who have survived (or are in the process of surviving) Korea and smalltown Poland.

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