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January 22, 2012

Sat Jan 21 15:10:24 2012

A more explicit knowledge of alarm.
In its formation.  To assist the act,
the conversation of the world, the word
repressed.  The dream.  The figures, which remain

unrealized.  The living.  I observe
in April, they betray the knowledge of
the dream, the bottom of the bees, a worm.
In dream formation.  Many other dreams

in its expression, as a mould.  The word.
Her grub, the current of grandeur.  The word.
The first in one organic whole, a king,
a worm.  The tiny creature is decayed.

Jean Henri Fabre, The Glow-Worm and Other Beetles
Sigmund Freud, Dream Psychology
Longinus, On the Sublime
Mississippi Sheiks, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Blind Willie McTell, Blues Lyrics

3 Comments leave one →
  1. January 22, 2012 10:08 pm

    beautiful, Eric. really great.

  2. Eric Elshtain permalink
    January 28, 2012 7:01 pm

    Thanks from the bottom of my bees. Every once in a while the gnoetic gods help to combine the right texts with the right accentual syllabic constraint… These Sublime-inal beetles-y blues-y Freudianisms will become a longer series, I think, and a chapbook…

  3. January 30, 2012 11:29 am

    awesome. can’t wait. putting to collection together is always the most rewarding part of writing for me.

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