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Now reading
Autobiography 2 (hellogoodby)
The Book of Company which
I put down and can’t pick up
The Trans-Siberian disappearing,
the Blue Train and the Shadow Train
Her body with ridges like my skull
Two children are running through the Lion Cemetery
Five travelers are crossing the Lion Bridge
A philosopher in a doorway insists
that there are no images
He whispers instead: Possible Worlds
The Mind-Body Problem
The Tale of the Color Harpsichord
Skeleton of the World’s Oldest Horse
The ring of O dwindles
sizzling around the hole until gone
False spring is laughing at the snow
and just beyond each window
immense pines weighted with snow
A philosopher spreadeagled in the snow
holds out his Third Meditation
like a necrotic star. He whispers:
archery is everywhere in decline,
photography the first perversion of our time
Reach to the milky bottom of this pond
to know the feel of bone,
a knuckle from your grandfather’s thumb,
the maternal clavicle, the familiar
arch of a brother’s brow
He was your twin, no doubt,
forger of the unicursal maze
My dearest Tania, When I get a good position in the courtyard
I study their faces through the haze
Dear Tania, Don’t be annoyed,
please, at these digressions
They are soldering the generals
back onto their pedestals
for A. C.