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WORKSHOP 5: TAWANAN AKU

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WORKSHOP 5: MY CAPTIVE

its voice’s echo comes back to make a sound wall
of its voice
standing in a circle
in front of a globe full of time traps
fingers that clutch a rat

What if, Betye, instead of a rifle or hand
grenade—I mean, what if after
the loaded gun that takes two hands
to fire, I lay down the splintered broom
and the steel so cold it wets
my cheek? What if I unclench the valleys
of my...

The downs are certainly lovely, although by mortal loveliness
did you mean they would disappear one day…

But I love the I, steel I-beam
that my father sold. They poured the pig iron
into the mold, and it fed out slowly,
a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened,
Bessemer, blister, crucible, alloy, and he
marketed it, and bought bourbon, and...

Because why not? Why not take the smashed pinecone 
of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of…

Which way to the monster cage? I am in my god body now—

in my sandy foxhole
sat backwards in a chair…

It's a rush, a sploosh of sewage, twenty thousand cubic metres being pumped in, stirred and settled …

The effect—for those three hundred years, while the cupid remained hidden—was a kind of silence.

Like…

I
remember I exist
at the braiding of
             consciousand con
          sumer,Kanaka
        and culpable,
      desire anddesired…

A teacher once said chaos touches everyone, so that became my refrain.
Did we want to lose all we had…

In a world where each man must be of use
and each thing useful, the rebellious Jews
light not one light…

                                      PRIMEAt dawn, the shapes of cypresses in fog
Were fingers pointing up from graves, as if what's born…

The city lies back in its winding-sheet
While little digits drum a steady beat

On roofs and terraces, …

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The zoo is tough terrain; hilly.
I wheel as fast as I can —
then Mum shouts ‘Keep up!’
I stop. ‘Hand me…

See’st thou yon gray gleaming hall,
Where the deep elm-shadows fall?
Voices that have left the earth
  …

e y ? h
e ? h e
h e y !

And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
and I mount the…