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Saturday, February 25, 2012

English

silence is the ambition of insanity.
pandemonium morals & sestina ethics.
behold songs coming through the walls.

recycling the eulogies that have pistol-shot generations of theories through projectile grammars. I see you.
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  1. mattJune 26, 2012 at 2:24 PM

    I've had this starred in my Google Reader for quite some time. Thought I'd finally stop by to say that I LOVE IT. The first line is absolutely killer.

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  2. David TolkaczJune 26, 2012 at 2:39 PM

    Thanks! Very appreciated.

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  3. David TolkaczJune 26, 2012 at 2:41 PM

    Also, this poem was inspired by Flusser's "Does Writing Have a Future" ...

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