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I’m Not There (NATO)

May 20, 2012

Course it was a part
of the moment, says Bloom.  Years
and in a minute.  Clatter
of the brain and the
army.  A gun, in the course
of its fulcrum, gained
retarded access to the
poet on a truss of
hay he laid on horseback.  Years
and years I loved you, and
I’m not there to find a
pressman like that, I had no
evidence, of youth, of a
munitions factory
or the two twins and shells.

Texts:
General Smedley Butler, War Is A Racket
James Joyce, Ulysses

& the beautiful accident of a Bob Dylan allusion…

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