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An Interview with Leslie Scalapino

An Interview with Leslie Scalapino

by Maggie Golston

‘standing’ ‘walking’ as present — huge crows loaded a tree (past) by me — at night sleeping — yet the half-cracked black bud (night: only) and thin blue sky, but as being oneself only, aren’t existing either single thin wall, waves thousands in the freezing sky and empty fields — and loaded on tree by […]

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Four Poems by Jake Levine

Four Poems by Jake Levine

The Knife Say high to your mom because the stars blink for us parenthetically crooked like blow on a mirror. This is a passion pit full of sleepyheads that edges over a sociological pulpit as dense as Tecate on the tongue without a lime. What else is there? Royksopp. Understand me anywhere you look. Still […]