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he was so dirty that the printer wanted to clean him up before      he signed his own books daring to be monstrous, the beauty to see unseens, to make visible what is not the blues of uprootedness you can’t even buy gravlox on the west coast that’s modernisms—with an S how can you see wind without fog tension in the diaphragm I learned all I know about mid-century furniture from eBay it’s easy—you take some salt and a bit of sugar we need an edge it was translating Kafka that pushed him over the edge planet earth is blue, ball joints loose, no legs too square for the hips you’ve been doing it for 15 years, what’s another two hours if I ever lose my faith if I ever lose my faith if I ever lose my faith he came to me in fragments like a puzzle covered in tulle we’ve got you covered you look like Gumby (in the voice of Arnold Schwarzenegger) search for blue Capri or Atlas dots too hip for the squares what is it have I seen it before will it hurt me or help me