excerpt: the head block
fumigate
the dead dad
fumigate
the gigantic body of diffidence!
According to a recent dream, Al Pacino self-published a poetry chapbook as an attempt to "fire across the bow" of the Charles Olson forward-thrust. 30+ pages, mimeographed, with hand drawn crayon segments (mostly black oblongs)
other dream fragment, unknown authorship:
what Prams to Bed,
Push for Dinner.
_here_ is another dream poem fragment I picked up, in a dream no less
if I reach old age (like 76+) (unlikely) I can envisage the main "output" would be a series of 2 line poems, written whenever they could be managed, eventually forming a shiftable-in-sequence "late work".
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