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Edward Dorn: 1st Avenue

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1stAvenue between Union and Pike, Seattle: photographer unknown, September 1972 (Seattle Municipal Archives)


The truck shot forward across 1st Avenue to the Pike Street Market.  Through the rain, moving slowly down the plate glass shine of the store fronts, one can see the people of this world moving on their way to and from carrying the inevitable shopping bags.  The old ones carry umbrellas.  The old men have broad, flowered, disreputable ties around their necks.  In the plate glass reflected world are the brisker types in blue suits standing in the entrances of shoe stores and jewelry stores, ultimately, but they don't know it, in the hands of all these people with so little money each, but collectively what is referred to as a consumer power.  Something, each man in flimsy slacks is saying, will have to be done about it.  But probably nothing can be done about it.  With each new man born, a jewelry store is born for him.  The terrible leveling of Malthus plods on, on this frontier which no longer is a frontier.  A dead atmosphere.

Edward Dorn: from 1st Avenue (1956), in The Moderns: An Anthology of New Writing in America, ed. Leroi Jones, 1963





1st and Union, Seattle: photographer unknown, 1972 (Seattle Municipal Archives)


Shellback Tavern, Seattle: photographer unknown, 1972 (Seattle Municipal Archives)


1stAvenue between Cherry and James, Seattle: photographer unknown, 1973 (Seattle Municipal Archives)


Aerial of Pike Place Market, Seattle: photographer unknown, September 1970(Seattle Municipal Archives)

Robert Creeley / Ernst Halberstadt: Somewhere

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Switch House at the Taunton railroad crossing: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, April 1973


The galloping collection of boards
are the house which I afforded
one evening to walk into
just as the night came down.

Dark inside, the candle
lit of its own free will, the attic
groaned then, the stairs
led me up into the air.

From outside, it must have seemed
a wonder that it was
the inside he as me saw
in the dark there.
 

Robert Creeley (1926-2005): Somewhere, from For Love, 1962





Aftermath of an auto accident on Storrow Drive, Boston, nine o'clock in the morning: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, February 1973



When two, seated on the lap of a nurse on the on the front seat of a car beside my father as he drove through the city of Boston on some errand or other, I was showered with broken glass full in the face when a stray lump of coal shattered the side window. Again I recall nothing of it, and perversely the year that followed must have been a very happy one because I was not allowed to cry for fear of causing the affected eye further damage. For some time, then, the eye was left in place although it seems to have had little function. It began to grow larger, however, and so, when I was five, just a year after my father's death, the eye was taken out. That I do remember because my mother told me we were to go to the hospital on some routine business of her own, and once there, she suggested I wait inside, which was common enough. But from there I was taken to the doctor, and so on and so forth, till I came to with a great bandage covering my head, and the eye gone. So I wish she had told me, although I rationally understood why she did not, and why she also had not made clear to me our father wasn't coming back after we saw him taken away in the ambulance across our front yard in the snow. We knew nothing of the funeral, or let me speak for myself. Those tracks fading in the spring thaws mark for me the end of that previous time entirely.

But it is luck, which was the point, and the paradoxical fact that that his death and my injury had a curious consequence. The company employing the person responsible for the careful shovelful of coal paid damages of some nine thousand dollars, enough to see me through college, toward which I'd been determinedly propelled by my mother's sense of duty to my father.

Robert Creeley: from Autobiography (1989), in Tom Clark: Robert Creeley and the American Common Place, 1993



Creeley was like the loyal philosopher brother one dreams of having. Creeley spoke almost dreamlike about loss. I truly believe he would have been the only one to help me see clearly. After all, he had suffered real loss himself, and his sense of psychic loss clung to him like a halo.

Jim Dine: from I Know About Creeley (2012)





Switch House and Taunton railroad crossing: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, April 1973



Rear of Lord and Jealous Wool Mill in City Mills, a manufacturing town on the Charles River: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, March 1973
 


Wool mill in City Mills, one of thirty-five manufacturing towns along the eighty-mile Charles River: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, June 1973


Abandoned building adjoins Lord and Jealous Wool Mill in City Mills, a manufacturing town on the Charles River: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, March 1973




Mercantile Building -- corner of Richmond and Commercial Streets, Boston: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, May 1973



Waltham Watch Company. Waltham is a busy manufacturing city on the Charles River: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, March 1973




Waltham Watch Company. Waltham is one of 35 manufacturing cities and towns on the Charles River: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, March 1973




Public playground on the Charles River, near Soldiers Field Road, Boston
: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, June 1973


Washington Street under the El, looking toward Egleston Square: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, February 1973



Elevated railroad structure and blighted area below Washington Street, looking south from the corner of Bartlett, Boston, Massachusetts: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, February 1973


House on fire at Independence Point on Buzzard Bay at Onset: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, May 1973


 Auto accident on Storrow Drive, Boston, 9 a.m.: photo by Ernst Halberstadt, February 1973

Photos by Ernst Halberstadt (1910-1987), 1973, for the Environmental Protection Agency's Documerica Project (U.S. National Archives)

Children's Games

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Children's Games: Pieter Bruegel the Elder, 1559-60, oil on wood, 118 x 161 cm (Kunsthistorisches Museum. Vienna)



The system of a game in which everyone is a player
The game an enclosed system
There is no outside. The roadside is not an outside.
To play the game you need the tokens
which permit
you to make the moves
that keep the game going.
(Outside and inside are the same.)
Some do well at this game
but it's getting dark now
and some don't want to play.







Blind Man's Buff: Francisco de Goya y Lucientes, 1788-89, oil on canvas, 269 x 350 cm (Museo del Prado, Madrid)

D. H. Lawrence: The Grudge of the Old

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Susanna and the Elders: Gert Van Ort, 1520-25, stained glass, diameter 24 cm (Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York)




The old ones want to be young, and they aren't young,
and it rankles, they ache when they see the young,
and they can't help wanting to spite it on them
venomously.

The old ones say to themselves: We are not going to be old,
we are not going to make way, we are not going to die,
we are going to stay on and on and on and on and on
and make the young look after us
till they are old. We are stronger than the young.
We have more energy, and our grip on life is harder.
Let us triumph, and let the young be listless
with their puny youth.
We are younger even now than the young, we can put their youth in abeyance.

And it is true.
And they do it.
And so it goes on.

 

D. H. Lawrence: The Grudge of the Old, from Pansies (1929)

They Have Gone

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Cliff Palace was once a village of over 200 people and 23 kivas (ceremonial spaces), Mesa Verde, Montezuma County, Colorado



Up there in their eyrie
where the winds swirl
eagles afloat on thermals
the people knew what the face of nature
is there to conceal
beneath the infinite horizon
Very much here when they were here
when gone very
much gone

 




Part of Cliff Palace, an ancient Indian village built between 1100 and 1300 A.D., Mesa Verde, Montezuma County, Colorado



Cliff Palace is the largest remaining village of the pre-Columbian Indians. They lived in the Mesa Verde area until drought drove them out at the end of the 13th century



Eroded sandstone, part of Indian ruins dating from 1100 to 1300 A.D., Hovenweep National Monument, Colorado


 Shiprock in smog, seen from Mesa Verde, Montezuma County, Colorado



Four-storey-high square tower house, built about 800 years ago,  Mesa Verde, Montezuma County, Colorado

Photos by Boyd Nortonfor the Environmental Protection Agency's Documerica project, May 1972 (US National Archives)

The Good Man

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Dead Christ supported by the Madonna and St John (Pietà) (detail): Giovanni Bellini, 1460, tempera on panel (Pinacoteca di Brera, Milan)



''I do not know these good men," replied the prisoner.

''Is that the truth?"

''It is."

''And now tell me why you always use that expression 'good men'? Isthat what you call everybody?"

''Yes, everybody," answered the prisoner. "There are no evil people onearth."




Yeshua and Pontius Pilate conversing, in Book One of Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita, 1967 (translation by Diana Burgin and Katherine O'Connor)

Stevie Smith: Yes, I know

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Portrait of a woman (thought to be Lucrezia Borgia): Bartolomeo Veneto (1470-1531), 1520-25, tempera and oil on poplar panel, 44 x 35 cm (Städelsches Kunstinstitut, Frankfurt)




That pale face stretches across the centuries
It is so subtle and yielding; yet innocent,
Her name is Lucretia Borgia.

Yes, I know. I knew her brother Cesare
Once. But only for a short time.



Stevie Smith (1902-1971): Yes, I know, from Poems, 1962



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Portrait of a woman (thought to be Lucrezia Borgia), detail: Bartolomeo Veneto, 1520-25, tempera and oil on poplar panel (Städelsches Kunstinstitut, Frankfurt)


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Portrait of a woman (thought to be Lucrezia Borgia), detail: Bartolomeo Veneto, 1520-25, tempera and oil on poplar panel (Städelsches Kunstinstitut, Frankfurt)

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The Disputation of St Catherine (detail: Lucrezia Borgia as St. Catherine of Alexandria):
Bernardino di Betto (Il Pinturicchio) (1454-1513), 1492-94, fresco with gold leaf (Borgia apartments, Palazzi Pontifici, Vatican)


The Disputation of St Catherine: Bernardino di Betto (Il Pinturiccio), 1492-94, fresco with gold leaf (Borgia apartments, Palazzi Pontifici, Vatican)

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Profile portrait of Cesare Borgia: believed to be a copy of an original contemporary painting by Bartolomeo Veneto (1470-1531) , c. 1500-10 (Palazzo Venezia, Rome)


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Portrait of a Gentleman (aka Cesare Borgia): Altobello Melone (1490-1543). c. 1500-1524, oil on panel, 58.1 x 48.2 cm (Galleria dell'Accademia Carrara, Bergamo)

Wrong from the Start (Deviant Easter Egg)

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Egg of Columbus
: photo by Jacper "Kangel" Aniolek, 27 January 2007


The path of least resistance
is a straight line
but once you deviate
even slightly
the path of least
resistance becomes
that of greater
and greater
deviation



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Egg of Columbus: photo by Jacper "Kangel" Aniolek, 27 January 2007

Robert Creeley: One Day (A Poetry Comic by Nora Sawyer)

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Robert Creeley: One Day (A Poetry Comic), from Nora Sawyer, 31 March 2013 ("All of these photos are from my morning ferry ride to work" -- N.S.)

R.C.: One Day, from Thirty Things, 1974

What Americans Believe

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Sermon and Deeds of the Antichrist: Luca Signorelli (c. 1450-1523), 1499-1502, fresco, width 700 cm(Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto)


20% of Republican voters believe that President Obama is the Anti-Christ, compared to 13% of independents and 6% of Democrats who agree.



 

Sermon and Deeds of the Antichrist (detail): Luca Signorelli (c. 1450-1523), 1499-1502, fresco(Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto)



28% of voters believe that a secretive power elite with a globalist agenda is conspiring to eventually rule the world through an authoritarian world government, or New World Order. 34% of Republicans and 35% of independents believe in the New World Order threat compared to15% of Democrats.





Sermon and Deeds of the Antichrist (detail): Luca Signorelli (c. 1450-1523), 1499-1502, fresco(Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto)


29% of voters believe aliens exist and 21% believe a UFO crashed at Roswell in 1947.



Apocalypse: Luca Signorelli (c. 1450-1523), 1499-1502, fresco, width 455 cm(Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto)


6% of voters think Osama bin Laden is still alive.





Apocalypse (detail): Luca Signorelli (c. 1450-1523), 1499-1502, fresco(Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto)



58% of Republican voters agree that global warming is a conspiracy, while 77% of Democrats disagree.



 

Apocalypse (detail): Luca Signorelli (c. 1450-1523), 1499-1502, fresco(Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto)


5% of voters believe that Paul McCartney died and was secretly replaced in the Beatles in 1966.





The Damned (detail): Luca Signorelli (c. 1450-1523), 1499-1502, fresco(Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto)


4% of voters believe shape-shifting reptilian people control our world by taking on human form and gaining power.




The Damned (detail): Luca Signorelli (c. 1450-1523), 1499-1502, fresco(Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto)


7% of voters think the moon landing was fake.





The Damned (detail): Luca Signorelli (c. 1450-1523), 1499-1502, fresco(Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto)


14%of voters believe the CIA was instrumental in distributing crack cocaine into America’s inner cities in the 1980s.
 
 

   
The Damned (detail): Luca Signorelli (c. 1450-1523), 1499-1502, fresco(Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto)


9% of voters believe the government adds fluoride to America's water supply, not for dental health reasons, but for other, more sinister reasons.



 
Empedocles: Luca Signorelli (c. 1450-1523), 1499-1502, fresco, width 190 cm (Chapel of San Brizio, Duomo, Orvieto)

Data from a poll of 1,247 registered American voters surveyed 27-30 March 2013, released 2 April 2013 by Public Policy Polling (Raleigh, North Carolina)

("The margin of error for the overall sample is +/-2.8%. This poll was not paid for or authorized by any campaign or political organization. PPP surveys are conducted through automated telephone interviews.")

Robert Creeley: So There

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Persian lacquer binding, 18th century: cover of Persian manuscript: Collected Works of Ḥāfiẓ: Dīvān-i Ḥāfiẓ [?1799] (Rare Books and Fine Printing Collection, Alexander Turnbull Library, National Library of New Zealand)


...for Penelope Highton

 
Da. Da. Da da.
       Where is the song.
What’s wrong
       with life

 
ever. More?
       Or less --
days, nights,
       these

 
days. What's gone
       is gone forever
every time,
old friend's
       voice here. I want

 
to stay, somehow,
       if I could --
if I would? Where else
       to go.

 
The sea here's out
       the window, old
switcher's house, vertical,
       railroad blues, lonesome

whistle,
etc. Can you
       think of Yee's Cafe
in Needles, California
       opposite the train

 
station -- can you keep
       it ever
together, old buddy, talking
       to yourself again?

 
Meantime some yuk
       in Hamilton has blown
the whistle on a charming
       evening I wanted

 
to remember otherwise --
       the river there, that
afternoon, sitting,
       friends, wine &chicken,

 
watching the world go by.
       Happiness, happiness --
so simple. What's
       that anger is that

 
competition -- sad! --
       when this at least
is free,
       to put it mildly.

 
My aunt Bernice
       in Nokomis,
Florida's last act,
       a poem for Geo. Washington's

 
birthday. Do you want
       to say ‘It's bad’?
In America, old sport,
       we shoot first, talk later,

 
or just take you out to dinner.
       No worries, or not
at the moment,
       sitting here eating bread,

 
cheese, butter, white wine --
       like Bolinas, ‘Whale Town,’
my home, like they say,
       in America. It's one world

 
it can't be another.
       So the beauty,
beside me, rises,
       looks now out window --

 
and breath keeps on breathing,
       heart's pulled in
a sudden, deep, sad
       longing, to want

 
to stay -- be another
       person some day,
when I grow up.
       The world's somehow

 
forever that way
       and its lovely, roily,
shifting shores, sounding now,
       in my ears. My ears?

 
Well, what's on my head
       as two skin appendages,
comes with the package,
       I don't want to

 
argue the point.
       Tomorrow
it changes, gone,
       abstract, new places --

 
moving on. Is this
       some old time weird
Odysseus trip
       sans paddle -- up

 
the endless creek?
       Thinking of you,
baby, thinking
       of all the things

 
I'd like to say and do.
       Old fashioned time
it takes to be
       anywhere, at all.

 
Moving on. Mr. Ocean,
       Mr. Sky's
got the biggest blue eyes
       in creation --

here comes the sun!

       While we can,
let's do it, let's
       have fun.



Robert Creeley: So There, from Hello (Hawk Press, Taylors Mistake, Christchurch, New Zealand), 1976



  

 

 "New life": Lane's Emulsion restores and maintains health: Stanley Davis (1882?-1938), colour lithograph by the Christchurch Press, 1927 (Printed Ephemera Collection, Alexander Turnbull Library, National Library of New Zealand)


Maltexo for Growing Greater: New Zealand Railways poster for Wilson's Maltexo, chromolithograph, c. 1935 (Printed Ephemera Collection, Alexander Turnbull Library, National Library of New Zealand)

 

The Great Levante … How's Tricks: poster for Opera House, Wellington, chromolithograph, 1941(Printed Ephemera Collection, Alexander Turnbull Library, National Library of New Zealand)


The Fun of the Fair: poster for New Zealand Centennial Exhibition of 1939-40, offset lithograph by Charles Haines Advertising Agency Ltd, N.Z., November 1939(Printed Ephemera Collection, Alexander Turnbull Library, National Library of New Zealand)


New Zealand Line. R.M.S. Rangitata in Gaillard Cut:poster for New Zealand Shipping Company Ltd, screenprint, early 1930s (Printed Ephemera Collection, Alexander Turnbull Library, National Library of New Zealand)

D. H. Lawrence: Dies Irae

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Night gnome: photo by Alex Holden, 31 July 2012
 


Even the old emotions are finished,
we have worn them out.
And desire is dead.
And the end of all things is inside us.

Our epoch is over,
a cycle of evolution is finished,
our activity has lost its meaning,
we are ghosts, we are seed;
for our word is dead
and we know not how to live wordless.

We live in a vast house
full of inordinate activities,
and the noise, and the stench, and the dreariness and lack of meaning
madden us, but we don't know what to do.
 
All we can know at this moment
is the fulfilment of nothingness.
Lo, I am nothing!
 
It is a consummation devoutly to be wished
in this world of mechanical self-assertion.




Facebook HTC joint venture

Facebook chief executive Mark Zuckerberg announces the launch of a new supercharged version of his social networking product, Facebook Home -- the 'best version of Facebook there is':
photo by Marcio Jose Sanchez/AP, 4 April 2013 (via the Guardian)

 
Ghost: photo by Alex Holden, 4 August2012

Cathedraltown

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The Cathedral of the Transfiguration, Markham, Ontario, Sunrise: photo by Jian Zhan, 9 August 2011




All conclusions were foregone before all beginnings
came. A kid on a skate board rolling down a nearly empty street makes

a noise like
rolling thunder, or perhaps it is actual thunder rumbling
off toward the south, from the direction of Lake Ontario. A dark wing

of cloud pauses to genuflect at the Cathedral of the Transfiguration
before moving off toward Box Grove.





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Laneway entrance, Cathedraltown, Markham, Ontario: photo by Cbcwilson, 25 September 2011

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Streetscape, Cathedraltown, Markham, Ontario: photo by Cbcwilson, 25 September 2011

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Night view of Cathedraltown neighborhood and theme cathedral in the background, Markham, Ontario: photo by Cbcwilson, 22 July 2011



Cathedraltown, near the Cathedral of the Transfiguration, Markham, Ontario: photo by SorinNechita, 12 August 2006




View of the new Cathedraltown, with Cathedral of the Transfiguration, Markham, Ontario: photo by SorinNechita, 12 August 2006


Cathedraltown townhouses, Markham, Ontario: photo by Will S., 16 February 2009



Cathedraltownhouses, from up close, Markham, Ontario.This was taken from through my windshield, to avoid hassle from the security guards. "Reminiscent of classical European towns"? "A special place with timeless charm"? Yeah, right; whatever... BTW, in addition to this new housing development to the north of the cathedral (and the one also north of it which I drove through), there is another new one going in just south of the cathedral, too. And there are new ones across the road. This cathedral in the middle of nowhere, is rapidly being surrounded by suburban development: photo by Will S., 16 February 2009




Catholic Cathedral of the Transfiguration sign, against the locked fence surrounding the church, Markham, Ontario
: photo by Will S., 16 February 2009


Billboard for Cathedraltown townhouses, Markham, Ontario. (What the developers are planning for these suburbs they're constructing): photo by Will S., 16 February 2009



Cathedraltown, Markham, Ontario: photo by Will S., 16 February 2009


The cathedral, and the artificial lake, Markham, Ontario. I drove down an unassumed road south from Elgin Mills Road, which didn't have a "no trespassing" sign, only an "unassumed road" warning sign, to get a shot of the cathedral from this angle. That road started in a new housing development there, which had a different name, but it actually took me right into Cathedraltown. As I came to a T-intersection, and turned left, I saw a parked car with two occupants in it idling at the intersection. When I got out of my car to take this and the other shot of this church, a man and a woman got out of the car, and watched me, looking like they were going to approach me. (Again, there were no signs to indicated I had trespassed onto private property, even if the roads themselves were unassumed.) But I quickly returned to my car after grabbing my shots, and the security guards got back in theirs: photo by Will S., 16 February 2009




The Catholic Church of the Transfiguration, Markham, Ontario. A Slovak, Byzantine-rite Catholic church; however, this church is surrounded by a locked fence, and isn't used for regular worship
: photo by Will S., 16 February 2009


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When the Pope consecrated this beauty, he didn’t know what it would be used for.
One of the coolest locations [in John Carpenter's 1995 horror film The Mouth of Madness] is “The Black Church,” apparently located in the middle of nowhere. If you’ve ever gone up the 404 you’ve no doubt seen the Cathedral of the Transfiguration on Woodbine, north of Major Mac.  Built in the 1980s by a Slovakian developer, its interior has been a neverending construction job. You can still get shots that look more or less like this, but it is gradually getting surrounded by a new “new urbanism-style” community called Cathedraltown: still from The Mouth of Madness and caption via Reel Toronto, 2 December 2008


The massive Slovak Cathedral of Transfiguration, started in 1984, is still unfinished. It sits, closed and lonely, near Highway 404.
The massive Slovak Cathedral of the Transfiguration, started in 1984, is still unfinished. It sits, closed and lonely, near Highway 404: photo by Steve Russell/Toronto Star, 26 June 2011



The Cathedral of the Transfiguration, Markham, Ontario
: photo by SorinNechita, 12 August 2006



Cathedral of the Transfiguration, Markham, Ontario: photo by Timothy Corbin, 17 August 2012

Fallen

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A German Hannover CL.IIIa (serial no. 3892/18) airplane brought down in the Forest of Argonne by American machine gunners between Montfaucon and Cierges, France, showing black crosses with white fimbriation: photo by Private J. E. Gibbon, U.S. Army, 4 October 1918; image restoration by Keraunoscopia, 15 March 2013 (U.S. National Archives)




The American machine gunners exchange a high-signof martial triumph. They died
a century ago without ever knowing the fate of the fallen German aviators

whose charred remains became compost amid the general spill of
composted remains littering the grassy field beyond the decimated

tree stumps at the edge of the Forest of Argonne. In the end all things
are stirred together and identities blur as the winners of all conflicts mingle

with the losers.




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A crowd of German soldiers gathered around the wreck of a British plane and the dead body of its pilot: photographer unknown, Western Front, 1917 (Deutsches Bundesarchiv)




An Apostle, from the Transfiguration: Matthias Grünewald, c. 1511, black chalk on brownish paper, heightened with white, 146 x 208 mm (Staatliche Kunstsammlungen, Dresden)


I'll wait for you there: textured photo by Marie Wintzer, 28 December 2008


Sergeant Alvin C. York, 328th Infantry, who with aid of 17 men, captured 132 German prisoners; shows hill on which raid took place [8 October 1918]. Argonne Forest, near Cornay, France: photographer unknown, 7 February1919 forDepartment of the Army, Office of the Chief Signal Officer (US National Archives)



 Germans in trenches in Argonne Forest: photographer unknown, for Bain News Service, between 1914 and c. 1915 (George Grantham Bain Collection, Library of Congress)



Argonne Cemetery, Argonne Forest, France, 1919: panoramic photo by W. L. King, Millersberg, Ohio; by courtesy of Military Intelligence Division, General Staff, U.S. Army (Library of Congress)

Messages from the Underground

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Many subway cars in New York City have been spray-painted by vandals



It's unnatural to man
to go down among the dead
in the light of lost worlds. In the
darkness


of lost words
the handwriting on the wall says
all things to all people. And thereby

all people are given to understand
who have gone down among the dead
in the cold light of indecipherable words,

messages.





 This "Broadway Local" subway car, like many others, has been decorated by vandals


Vandals have spray-painted this subway car


Subway car



Commuters on subway



Interior of graffiti-marked subway car


Times Square subway station and subway graffiti


 Vandals have spray-painted messages on walls of this subway station (116th Street)


Trains like this one have been spray-painted by vandals


Subway trains like this one have been spray-painted by vandals


Man backs away from roar of subway train


A woman waits for a train at the 79th Street Station


125th Street elevated train platform


125th Street elevated train platform

Photos by Erik Calonius, May 1973, for the Environmental Protection Agency's Documerica project (U.S. National Archives)

Slag (Coal Country, Appalachia)

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Loaded coal cars sit in the rail yards at Danville, West Virginia, near Charleston, awaiting shipment to customers. It is one of the largest transshipment points for coal in the world. A constant stream of rail cars is moved in and out of the small town, April 1974



What was it like for you, downthere
becoming another statistical indicator
carved on the long wallof the subterranean
psychogeography
.....................
.that severe account book

smudged ledger
where the numbers were never going to
add up for youThose production figures
were never meant
to account for the human price
at which the company store
computes your life
as a fraction of the overall
profit
margin
.................haul
sixteen tons what do you
get
another day older
and thatmuch closer to the depth
accumulation the pulmonary
soot burden

dead reckoning
from which there's no rescue







A portion of the rail yards at Danville, West Virginia, near Charleston, loaded with coal cars ready to be hauled to customers in various parts of the country. It is one of the largest transshipment points for coal in the world. A constant stream of coal cars Is moved in and out of the small town, April 1974
 

Closeup of theold coal company mining town of Red Ash, Virginia, near Richlands in the southwestern part of the state. This Is a classic picture of a company town with a railroad in the valley flanked by miners' homes. These houses are two-family dwellings. The road Is made of red dog [aka coal slag], a mining byproduct, April 1974



Old coal company town of Red Ash, Virginia, near Richlands in Tazewell County in the southwestern part of the state. This Is a classic picture of a company town with a railroad in the valley flanked by miners' homes. The coal mine superintendent's home Is up the hill in the upper left portion of the picture. The separation Is symbolic of the caste system which hasruled in the mining towns.The road Is made of red dog [aka coal slag], a mining byproduct, April 1974


Miner homes in a company town near Cabin Creek and Charleston, West Virginia. The one story structures have four rooms compared to those housing the mine superintendents which weretwo story with four rooms on each floor. The superintendent homes were apart from the miners, usually on the hill above -- a residual symbol of the caste system which prevailed in earlier mining days, June1974



Coal City Club in Coal City, West Virginia, a part of Beckley. All of the men are coal miners. Note that some of them are "hunkering down" rather than sitting. This Is a familiar stance to all miners who use this posture in the mine shafts which have low ceiling
s, June 1974



David Shanklin, 19, lives in a coal company town near Sunbright, West Virginia, and graduated from Logan County High School. His girlfriend, Janet Edwards, 17, still attends high school in Logan. David's father was killed in the mines in 1954 by a roof fall and he wants to be a miner, but his mother doesn't want him to. The youth has a brother working in the mines. Notice the outhouses in front of the homes, April 1974


 
One of the daughters of Jerry Rainey, 34, a miner who was out on strike against the Brookside Mining Company in Brookside, Kentucky, near Middlesboro, for several months during 1974. She Is on the back porch of the house Rainey rents from the company. Notice the outhouses in the background. The family was threatened by eviction during the lengthy and sometimes violent strike despite a state law which outlaws such a practice, July1974



Nannie Rainey, 34, wife of miner Jerry Rainey, who lives in housing owned by the Brookside Mine Company near Middlesboro, Kentucky. The company Is owned by the Duke Power Company. She was arrested during the strike in 1974 during an altercation on the picket line in which she was accused of whipping a Kentucky State Highway Patrolman with a switch, a charge she does not deny. She and her children went to jail until bailed out by union officials, June 1974



Closeup of Jerry Rainey, 34, miner at the Brookside Mine Company who was out on strike in the summer of 1974. The family had just received an eviction notice from the company house they rented, in violation of a Kentucky state law which prohibits such action during a strike. It was a bitter strike between the Duke Power Company that owned the mine and the United Mine Workers. The strike was violent and lasted several months. It ended when a man was shot and killed on the picket line near Middlesboro, Kentucky, June 1974


Row of miners' homes in the Brookside Mine Company town of Brookside, Kentucky, near Middlesboro. The mine, owned by the Duke Power Company, was the scene of a protracted and sometimes violent strike between the mine company and the United Mine Workers Union during 1974. The strike ended when a man was shot and killed on the picket line in Harlan County. The home of the Jerry Rainey family is in the foreground. They were threatened with eviction during the strike, June 1974



Miner bathed in the glow of a co-worker's lamp Is shown with a shuttlecar used for transporting safety men or other small groups. The shuttles used for the miners going to and from work are larger. This Is the Virginia-Pocahontas Coal Company Mine #3 near Richlands, Virginia, April 1974


Miner in Virginia-Pocahontas Coal Company Mine #3 near Richlands, Virginia, operates a shuttle car which takes the coal from the Continuous Miner and moves It out of the tunnel to a conveyor for transport out of the mine. This mine processes metallurgical coal for use in steelmaking furnaces. The shuttle car driver will turn and face the other way on the trip back, April 1974


General scene underground in the Virginia-Pocahontas Coal Company Mine #3 near Richlands, Virginia. The tunnel Is 1,250 feet below the surface and one and a half miles from the elevator shaft which brings the miners to and from work. This is a typical mine scene from a miner's viewpoint, April 1974


Picture of the Long Wall miner with jacks holding up the ceiling to the left and the teeth of the miner on the right. The teeth rake the coal to the conveyor belt below. A continuous spray of water is used on the coal to cut down on the amount of airborne particles (not shown in picture). The face of the Long Wall of coal Is 450 feet. A typical shift Includes 10 men -- aforeman, 2 machine operators, utility man, 5 to 6 jack setters and sometimes a repairman, April 1974


Harley Owens in position as a machine operator on the end of the Long Wall where the coal Is placed on a conveyor belt. A tail operator works on the other end of the machine 450 feet away. This Is Mine #3 of the Virginia-Pocahontas Coal Company near Richlands, Virginia. Long Wall mining is relatively new and more costly, but allows about twice as much coal to be taken from a mine, April 1974



The elevator to the main shaft for men and equipment at the Virginia-Pocahontas Coal Company Mine #4 near Richlands, Virginia. The green building on the right contains an office, shower rooms and warehouses. The small yellow cars behind the elevator fit Into the elevator and are used in the mine. A switch engine, used for outside work, Is seen between the elevator and the building. Coal cars are shown on railroad tracks in the foreground, April 1974


Miners llne up to go into the elevator shaft at the Virginia-Pocahontas Coal Company Mine #4 near Richlands, Virginia. The man at the right wears a red hat which means he Is a new miner and has worked below less than a month. His belt also shows less wear than the others. The miner at the left carries Red Man Chewing Tobacco, used by many of the men because they cannot smoke in the mines. They also prefer to carry their own water rather than use what the company provides, April 1974


Shift of miners in the elevator which will take them down to work in the Virginia-Pocahontas Mine #4 near Richlands, Virginia. They are headed for the 1,200 Foot Level. The black hats signify that the men are experienced miners. The miner with the green Hat Is a safety man. These mines have three shifts, two working and one cleanup, April 1974


Miners just surfacing on the mine elevator at the Virginia-Pocahontas Mine #4 near Richlands, Virginia. They will make way for the 4 P.M. to midnight shift. The mines have two work shifts and a midnight to morning or "Hoot-Owl" shift for cleanup operations. Note the variety of safety signs on the elevator gate and the prohibition of carrying matches, cigarettes or an open light into the mines. Most of the men who smoke chew tobacco while on the job, April 1974


Miners just emerging from the elevator of Virginia-Pocahontas Coal Company Mine #4 near Richlands, Virginia after returning to the surface from work below. They will be replaced by miners on the 4 P.M. to midnight shift. Both of these shifts are concerned with digging and getting the coal out of the mine. A midnight to morning or "Hoot-Owl" shift Is Involved in daily cleanup operations, April 1974


Miners who have just returned to the surface of Virginia-Pocahontas Coal Company Mine #4 near Richlands, Virginia and will be replaced by men on the 4 P.M. to midnight shift. Many of the miners carry their own water Into work rather than use that provided by the company. They also use chewing tobacco while in the mines because they are not allowed to smoke underground, April 1974


Miners just leaving the elevator shaft of Virginia-Pocahontas Coal Company Mine #4 near Richlands, Virginia at 4 P.M. There are three mine shifts. The first two are employed in digging and removing the coal. The midnight to morning or "Hoot-Owl" shift works on cleanup operations. These miners are headed for the company shower room to clean up before going home. The younger miners run to the showers and knock down anyone in the way; the older miners walk, April1974
 
 
View of the town of Raleigh, West Virginia, a suburb of Beckley, showing some of the homes and a portion of the railroad tracks used to carry coal from the mines to industry throughout the country. Raleigh was a mining headquarters in the past. New mines are opening around Beckley and should give a boost to the economy, July 1974

Early morning light enriches a bucolic scene at Claypool Hill, near Richlands, Virginia, about a dozen miles from the coal mines, October 1974



The cool morning air condenses a boy's breath as he walks along a coal car on his way to school in Cumberland, Kentucky, in Harlan County. Coal mining remains the largest single industry in the area. When the youngsters grow up many of them face the choice of working in coal-related jobs or moving away from the area, and family and friends, October 1974


Houses in Besoco, West Virginia, near Beckley. Their condition mirrors the decline of the once busy mining town. The mines are no longer worked there. The people who remain behind mostly are those receiving Black Lung, Social Security, pension or welfare benefits, July 1974


J.L. Bolen, 74, a blind, retired coal miner Is accompanied on a walk for fresh air by his wife in Besoco, West Virginia, near Beckley. He also likes to walk at night. Bolen was born in Besoco, named for the coal company that used to mine there. He started in the mines at age 14, and now gets Black Lung benefits as well as a United Mine Workers pension, May 1974


The main street through the small mining town of Rhodell,West Virginia, near Beckley. Coal is the only industry here and in other similar towns. Unless the youths want to go into coal-related Jobs, they are faced with searching for employment in the cities some distance away. This can be a heart-wrenching prospect to all members of the closeknit families, July 1974


Vicki Smith, 10, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Jack Smith of Rhodell, West Virginia, near Beckley, stands next to a religious tapestry in the family home. Smith lost both legs in a mine cave-in and fought 18 years before receiving workmen's compensation. He now operates a beer joint. Smith comes from a family of nine brothers and seven sisters. All the men, except an infant who died, went to work in the mines, July1974


Jack Smith, 42, a disabled miner in Rhodell, West Virginia, is wheeled down the street by his daughter, Donna, 16, to the beer joint he operates. He had worked in the mines for one year when his legs were crushed in a roof cave-in, but it was 18 years before he received workmen's compensation for the accident. Under his arm Is the cash box he uses at the tavern. Smith is active in the union and has manned the picket lines in his wheelchair in the past, July1974


Jack Smith, 42, left, Rhodell, West Virginia, near Beckley, was a miner disabled when a roof caved in who had to wait 18 years to get workman's compensation. He was 21 when injured and had worked one year in the mines. Of the nine boys and seven girls in his family all the males went Into the mines except one who died in infancy. Smith Is shown on the porch of the beer joint he operates. Seated with him are his brothers, Leo, 39, and twin, Roy, 42, April 1974




Two miners relaxing in a beer joint after finishing their shift. There is little to do in many of the small mining towns for the young men other than drink beer and talk. They are shown in the tavern operated by Jack Smith, Rhodell, West Virginia, near Beckley, June 1974


A tattered blanket hung on a line in Fireco, West Virginia, near Beckley, symbolizes the decline in the area after the coal mines gave out. The towns originally were built around the railroad tracks. The availability of such transportation made the mines possible, May 1974


Youngsters walk on ties of the railroad tracks that pass through Fireco, West Virginia, near Beckley. In the old mining communities the railroads always went through the center of the towns, which were built in the valleys around them. It was the railroads which made It possible to ship out the coal, the reason the towns were built. Fireco was in the middle of a once great coal area, but declined as the mines gave out, May 1974


Slag heap above housing on Buffalo Creek near Logan, West Virginia. Slag heaps are one of the items which make mining families mad. They can be ignited by spontaneous combustion, lightning, fire or a variety of other things, and burn indefinitely, April 1974


Coal slag heap burns above company houses near Hutchinson, West Virginia, near Logan, in the southern part of the state. Spontaneous combustion, lightning,afire or a variety of other causes can result in ignition of these coal mine refuse piles, and they can burn for years. It Is one of the things that make the miners and their families mad, April 1974
 

Aerial view of clustered mobile homes used by families whose housing was wiped out in the early 1970's when an earthen dam gave way on Buffalo Creek near Man and Logan, West Virginia, and created a tidal wave that killed 104 people. Many of the homes in this Immediate area were washed away along with all the peoples' possessions, April 1974


Row of mobile homes near Madison, West Virginia, with trash thrown along the edge of the creek, a typical scene in the mining valleys that dot the area. The trailers are appealing to the young miners because they can be bought for less than conventional housing and take less space. Level land Is at a premium in the valleys, April 1974


Houses perched on a hillside in Logan, West Virginia. Many homes are built on hilly ground because flat land in the valleys Is at a premium. Many of the younger mining families are buying mobile homes because they are cheaper than conventional housing and take up less space, April 1974


Kids playing outside a home in Sharples, West Virginia, north of Logan. Note the way the owner has built a place to park his car. Space is at a premium in the valleys of the mining area and this type of parking outside the home Is common, April 1974


Main street of Logan, West Virginia, showing a narrow street with parking on only one side which Is typical in many of the small towns in southern West Virginia, April 1974


Dora Darlene Hancock, living in Fireco, West Virginia, near Beckley. The town Is divided between black and white populations by the railroad tracks. Dora Is walking up her street in a new dress on her way to a band concert at the local grade school, April 1974


Alice Thompson, Besoco, West Virginia, Is shown with milk bottles. Her neighbors furnish her with water with after her water lines were cut off. She Is divorced From a coal miner who was imprisoned for killing a man, April 1974


Four young men gather in a beer joint in Clothier, West Virginia, near Madison. They are, left to right,Michael Doss, 18; Lanny Green, 21; Junior Jeffory, 20; and Robert Johnson, 18. All their parents work or have worked in the mine. Jeffory Is a mining foreman after two years, but does not like it and wants to join the Navy. Green can't find a job but would like to work for the railroad. Doss isn't working, but is waiting for a job in the mines, April 1974


Robert Johnson, 18, and Lanny Green, 21, outside a beer joint in Clothier, West Virginia, near Madison. They had been drinking beer and visiting with friends Inside. Johnson has passed a job physical and Is waiting to go to work in the mines. Green has not worked in the mines and isn't interested, but has not located a job. He would like to work for the railroad, April 1974


Robert Johnson, 18, sits on a pool table in a beer joint in Clothier, West Virginia, near Madison. He has passed a job physical and is waiting to go to work in the mines. Many of the young men like to get together in the taverns and drink beer and talk. There Is little else to do in the small mining towns, April 1974


Edgar Zornes of Clothier, West Virginia, near Madison, with his dog. A miner for 23 years, he has Black Lung. Doctors have determined miners contract Black Lung from airborne particles of coal dust in the mines, which fill up air sacs in their lungs and
make itincreasingly difficult to breathe, April 1974


Otis Saunders, in his late 80's, suns in front of his home in Fireco, near Beckley, West Virginia. Like most of the older men in the area, He Is a retired miner. Fireco was once a great mining town, but the region has been mined out, May 1974


Ken Hatfield, 74, of Newton, West Virginia, near Charleston, in Mingo County. A World War Ii veteran, he began working in the mines at 18 and was employed underground at least 30 years. A sick man, he has lost one leg. He receives $78 a month in Social Security payments, plus a veteran's pension of $148 per month. Hatfield said he was having a tough time. Paul Bryant Is a neighbor and looks in on him, April1974



One of the entrances to Chattaroy, West Virginia, near Williamson, leads past a Church of God. There are many small churches in the mining area and most have a fundamentalist belief. Chattaroy Is a small town with no industry. Most of the people survive on welfare, Social Security, pensions and Black Lung benefits, April 1974



Youngster returning to school after going home during recess to get an ice cream cone. The town of Chattaroy, West Virginia, near Williamson, Is small enough so the youngsters can do this. Many of them also go home for lunch. The town has no industry, and most of the people survive on welfare, pensions, Social Security and Black Lung benefits, April 1974


This pile of coal contains part of the one million tons kept on hand by the Tennessee Valley Authority steam plant at Cumberland City, Tennessee, near Clarksville. Coal for the furnaces arrives by barge and Is unloaded by automated equipment, July 1974



Coke furnaces at Keen Mountain, near Richlands, Virginia. Made from coal, the coke will be sent for use in the furnaces at the steel mills,April 1974


Aerial of Williamson, West Virginia, showing the coal rail yards and the river that divides Kentucky, at the upper left, and West Virginia. The town has the largest coal train yard in the world, followed by Danville, West Virginia, April 1974

Photos by Jack Corn (1929-) for the Environmental Protection Agency's Documerica Project (U.S. National Archives)

The Indifferent Man (Things We Will Never Know)

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It was the darkest of places, yet it was his favorite one. Nothing could stop him from going back to it day after day. Down, where fumes are so dense they make you dizzy. More dizzy every day
: textured photo by Marie Wintzer, 9 July 2011




It was the darkest of places, the mysterious laboratory
Of the indifferent man of old. He did not know how to be pleased that he was alive.
He did not know how to hate death. He was not happy to go out.
He was not happy to go back in. The fumes were beginning to affect him.
He started to beat the little dog with a razor strop. She intervened.
But it was no use. There was no hope for him. He went out.
Then he came back in. He did not want the thinking of his heart
To seep into the dark walls of the laboratory. The circus wagon
Loaded with the clumps of soil which had been boiled down into homunculi
Remained parked behind the laboratory. He went in. He came back out. Nothing
Could stop him from returning to the terrible work night after night. A phial
Produced a thin wisp of smoke that curled up in the shape of a pigtail
Before evaporating. He saw but refused to remember. His brow
Was clear, his face calm. Maybe it was a horsewhip. Maybe it was a violin bow.
He breathed in. He breathed out. She waited on the steps of the wagon.
Night fell. He held heaven and earth in his hand. The mother of all breath
Waited impassively for him to finish the great labor. While he worked he felt lost.
The night hours passed. The boat was stored in the ravine, the fishnet in the marsh.
The whole world was stored within the world. There was nowhere else to put it. The little dog
Swam the great river and escaped to freedom. The Dipper which guides the stars found him.





Those things we will never know: textured photo by Marie Wintzer, 9 July 2011

Clark Coolidge: Library of Hay (at Manikin Lake, with Onyx Dolls)

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Possum Kingdom Bikini Mannequin, Pickwick, Texas. In this image, you have a plastic mannequin with blonde hair, and a bikini, standing outside the La Vida Loca Beach Wear store on Possum Kingdom Lake. Alternatively, she could be a nice young model with a lot of plastic surgery. Insert Dallas Blonde, Fort Worth Oil woman, Los Angeles Female or male etc.: photo by Rhettwp, 27 August 2011



So slow death oft the onyx dolls
each in its own lab colors rollicking encores
who's there? do you want your museum
room infiltrated? only the singing parts
terrible loss of air raid powder
entanglements poled on kapok
the last to be heard? this ploy of dolls
irradiated heads and curls of coffin wood
death is always plural here? stolid
anyway someway still enters the frontway
through the water door to Manikin Lake
the throttles held down there you went to
hair school against my wisdom thus the
remnants spelled out there then coded there



Clark Coolidge: Library of Hay, from 88 Sonnets, 2013




Lake Elsinore Antique Store Manikin: photo by Rhettwp, 27 August 2011

 

Ereshkigal (Soom Shadow Onyx): photo by Ashbet, 29 March 2009


Soom Shadow Onyx Doll: photo by dolls of milena, 3 February 2012


Soom Shadow Onyx Doll: photo by dolls of milena, 19 August 2012


Soom Onyx / Vesuvia / Beryl hybrid: photo by Damasquerade, 13 May 2012

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Prunus mume, "Nankoume", Minabe, Wakayama prefecture: photo by highland 663, 2009



.....With every falling petal,
The plum branches

.....Grow older.

 

With every falling petal: Buson (1716-1784), translated by Reginald Horace Blyth, in Haiku, vol. II: Spring, 1950
 

When all the blossoms are out, the plum-tree has a youthful aspect that hides its age, but as each petal falls, more of the black branch becomes visible, and the years are seen in the branches of the tree. At each moment, as each petal falls for ever to the ground, a vast and irrevocable amount of time passes. Each moment is felt as an age. (Blyth commentary)



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Prunus mume, "Michishirube", Osaka: photo by KENPEI, 2007



Thirty years having passed imperceptibly as a moment in the falling of its petals, the old plum tree, nowgnarled and bent, the remnants choked by ivy, this year somehow once again manages to put out blossoms to drift gently down like a miracle of spring snow upon the graves of the lost ones whose remains rest beneath its stunted limbs. And still here we are.
 



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Prunus mume, "Nankoume", Minabe, Wakayama prefecture: photo by highland 663, 2009

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Prunus mume, "Kobai": photo by Fg2, 2006



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textured photo by Marie Wintzer, 21 February 2010


 Those two are meant for each other: textured photo by Marie Wintzer, 26 February 2011

e. e. cummings: [In Just-] (A Poetry Comic by Nora Sawyer)

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e. e. cummings (1894-1962): [in Just-], first published in The Dial, vol. LXVIII, No. 5 (May 1920); Poetry Comic from Nora Sawyer, 7 April 2013 

There’s something about spring that makes cummings irresistible.-- N. S.
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