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Plurination
10:47
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PLURINATION
Welcome to this great nation, where it's unlawful to discriminate against race gender sexual orientation religion physical disposition the guns you keep the life in your eyes hair bones the shape of your mouth and nose and the color of your skin and prose. Show no hate or do no crime. Take no life.
A wild chase across the haze, we chase the same dream. It's a phase, erase the cash cow, give it all your steam. And then take what, and then take what? But do it now for God's sake. Take it, take it, make the next drive, next flight, take the next turn, and find your fame, go a long way, walk a long way.
Crisis brings, the hungry travelers, turning crisis into art; the hungry travelers who say "'Til Death Do Us Part."
Take it up, keep it up, bring your pills and floss. Take it up, keep it up, pay our bills and costs. Let us in, let us work, let us pay our boss. Take it up, keep it up, bring your pills and floss. Let us in, let us work, let us pay our bills and costs. Take it up, keep it up, bring your bills and floss.
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FINAL ECDYSIS OF THE IMMATURE INSTARS
A pale and soft-bodied callow emerges. The anthropod discards its old cover, the exoskeleton, facing silicone, its teeth on brick and bone; and eager to reject its challenging past at last; but the past remains, entwined with time, the past remains entwined in me, burned in the shadows of the hour, of every hour—
And time will tell its own story, time foils the dark mirrors, and cataracts bleed with memory.
Why chain the pain, why wait?
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Outlier
10:58
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OUTLIER
Orphan eyes won't lose the glow, bracing hard for care and guidance. Wayward signs they point to growth, the eastern show, oil, and Midas. Come then, toss your key to the outlier. Okay, that's fine, says the deep forest. Show a-good-face-and-tail the selfish titans, who take the pie and kill the crust for good.
Don't go insane while the safe core chokes. Spin those dreams on the site of the sacred spokes. Serve rainbow cakes and recycled paper planes. Bring it on, face the truth. Welcome home the outlier, and say it all in one sentence.
Say it, say it (the wasteful pride, wasted away, waste)—
The cold face of death makes you light a candle. You don't drink the wine so you wait outside (the bar). Wait, go impress a child and do something good, love is not a plateau you should praise. Yea, wait your turn in line to twist the cages. Get the band to travel back in time. Come then, toss your key to the outlier, carry around a can of fortune sold.
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The Imaginal Stage
10:18
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THE IMAGINAL STAGE
I cannot take this burning place, how I need to break through. Was never so dead with a desperate taste, driven to find you. I woke up in a world of glass, under clouds of sorrow. I kept my body in a simmering state. Can you trick my silence? Whoa, I can’t. I chant.
I cannot stand this bullying place, I really need to cut through. Was never so tough behind this face, I went looking behind you. So put me on the imaginal stage. And what do I know? I ride the crackling wings of fate. Can you feed my hunger? Whoa, I can’t. I chant.
I’ll walk it bare and decode my brain. Whoa—
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WOOND Evanston, Illinois
Project WOOND is an infinite practicum, the brainchild of Iggy Valentine—author, musician, designer, and lecturer. He serves on the curatorial board at Ragdale Foundation and is co-curator of Sunday Salon Chicago, a reading event series. His novel Fishhead. Republic of Want. is found here: www.tortoisebooks.com/store/fishhead ... more
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