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[from a lengthening poem...]

GILGAMESH IS FROM ANCIENT SUMER
the tree of federal flicker

SUMER WAS IN MESOPOTAMIA
treading the soft inference

WRITING
whirled of its own

ORAL AND WRITTEN TRANSMISSION OF GILGAMESH
galactic assonance

SUMERIAN AND AKKADIAN VERSIONS
umbrellas of lexical exactions

GILGAMESH IS WRITTEN ON TWELVE TABLETS.
pants commit finance

GILGAMESH WAS A REAL KING
kings eat feathers

EVEN GILGAMESH MUST DIE
my own diamond is carbon-based

THE STORY OF GILGAMESH
a collective endorses the sediment

ISSUES IN GILGAMESH: SEX AND GENDER
a catalogue of stars

ISSUES IN GILGAMESH: OTHERWORLDS AND UNDERWORLDS
Hilda Doolittle wore a vowel

ISSUES IN GILGAMESH: RESPONSIBILITY
when the tender buttons were implements

ISSUES IN GILGAMESH: HEROES AND KINGS
rock and roll is for credible

ISSUES IN GILGAMESH: STRANGENESS AND DIFFERENCE
collective bargaining agreement

THEMES FOR FUTURE READINGS
residual yearning, play your own rules...

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