Now this is a crazy strange book.
I'm...not exactly sure what this book is to be honest. It's mostly about sex. It's crazy. And I don't get it. One of the entries at the back was illustrations of Spock saying super sexual things. Heh?
Anyway, seemed a good book to insert some discovery. Especially since the poem I used was the least cohesive. Seems to fit right in.
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Something
That strenuously streaks the heart
on top the early spear
a sail--already spread
clapped out
an early parachute
the strength of the wind's words
fingers lose their gaps
heard through the fabric but not the door
sharks and islands |
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War is my becoming
alone with singing gates
where I go bereft |
As a side note, the novel is broken into sections, each one being a different story or idea. This particular illustration belongs to a story of how the author became a professional pillow fighter, after having wholloped his sister's friend so hard that she broke her face or something. Apparently, he faced some bias under the professional pillow fight league for being male, though there was no specific rule against it. It was a strange story.
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further fasting
already I drown
grasping parachutes |
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