Simple Theories

  nominally Ted Berrigan patched together from words or if words don’t serve the re mains of half a thought. Oligarchs float past and future in the rising wind of Oligarchs who press words to dogmatic shape. I like to think that Berrigan drew a line and drawn to it. basic fewness of of oligarchs serves shaded. their words stand in for an object outside not in. after everything else nothing begins now.

  this transcontinental fuckup brought in slugging flunk matching flurry of activity with noisome oblige. he smells of all the bad on cross county rapaciousness and a hell of a thing. we have something smaller now. the smell is very exact, like marginality. well. 166 years ago the confederate army heads away from intent and union becomes like books and enclave, all the way to market. that’s why we chat like this, portion control is for children. have a great rest of your day and let shoddiness never impede.

  Karl Marx wanted a box full of things but things are un clear and often disappear  he describes a future past we eat as we are eaten uncanny done  those embraced by the earth’s mantle sorted by function for their short term  amen says enough for now

  You know, and the circuits under heaven, with one accord you shall call a cloud, Voice trembling water, you shall shallowly obey, you shall send by what and who, and who gave women for woven work, wisdom with a stone cube. The village of televisions called in the hot space between rocks and ourselves

  But said to Ezra,  The sough of today’s breze is an unmuzzled glory . And he said it was today. In reply, rerhaps it is forever, or a draft thereof. One must have ways of applying. He lunged with a few smacking words. Hilda nearby climbed a tree with nothing to prove, and proved it. James, or Stephen, took the whole day to move from here to there with only a little ado. And so it became the next day all over again.

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