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HOW SELECTED ARE THEY WHO PREPARE THE FUTURE by Oliver Rice Observe the great quotidian, gnawing at the past, at the coming era, how almost inadvertently its essence survives, emitting into the next generation, jostled by the instigators reaching for the possible, dissidents who have it right, aspirers who enter their notebooks alive, activists, formulators, prodigies, distracted by the celebrities, the newsworthy, the bizarre, harassed by the infamous who tyrannize the millions, pillage, despoil the ecosystems, corrupt the institutions, sustained by the curators, historians, performers, exhibitors, who keep the eminent dead — Erasmus, Tintoretto — extant, oh, observe the great quotidian in all its perturbations, sifting, sifting the lore, the fables, the fantasies, the rumors, the happenings, entertaining, indulging, bewildering itself, absorbed in ephemeralities, flea markets, signs of the seasons, customs of the mornings, mistakes that love can make. |
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CHIKAKO
by George Gott A secret room. A secret room. You and I have a secret room. Once there was the blood on the sheets. Life is a drug. There is the drug of our mother. And the drug of another woman. Men are not actual. There is always a woman mopping the blood from the immaculate floor. |
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