January 2012
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“ROTHKO
We contemplate
the black on black
in the Rothko tower,
staired and...”
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“Rothko,” K.E.B.
(Composed upon visiting an exhibition at the National Gallery, In the Tower: Mark Rothko)
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“MIRRORED
The mirror splits,
prismatic and
pregnant with
lies, the weight...”
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“Mirrored,” K.E.B.
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“GOLDEN
a tongue leaking
venom, spiteful
in coldness and
wintered fear
...”
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“Golden,” K.E.B.
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“SUBCONSCIOUS
this room
dimly-lit
spinning to
the tunes of
electronica
...”
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“Subconscious,” K.E.B.
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“HOSPITAL SEAT
spittle and
white walls
stained by
such light
by sunlight...”
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“Hospital Seat,” K.E.B.
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“FOR CLAYTON*
your face
half-real
shaped by
a life, cosmic
I only
a...”
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“For Clayton,” K.E.B.
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“SPECTER
I once was
a floating specter
and then you”
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“Spectre,” K.E.B.
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“WHENCE THE NIGHT
this shawl
of nightfall
weathered
and pitched
in the...”
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“whence the night,” K.E.B.
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“TO THE VICTOR
frenzied in
a tear, I ravage
I pillage for
something lost
...”
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“to the victor,” K.E.B.
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“THE DEATH OF PATIENCE
breath clings
to the soft hairs
on the corners
of...”
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“the death of patience,” K.E.B.
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“RAGDOLL
Broken glass,
a bruised wrist,
swelling and blue,
ruby cheeks
hot...”
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“Ragdoll,” K.E.B.
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“FISHTANK
Earth-heavy, dry as parchment,
cracked tongue and stiff lids,
we...”
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“Fishtank,” K.E.B.
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“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?...”
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T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
