Realism: An Anthology of 'Language' Writing
Realism: An Anthology of 'Language' Writing
Realism: An Anthology of 'Language' Writing
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Tom Mandel<br />
WHAT YOU BORROWED FROM ME,<br />
THAT'S WHAT I WANT BACK<br />
Take the measure <strong>of</strong> a major crowd. I have inherited this<br />
tense mood, shouting hi Janey, hi there Jimmy. Suddenly she<br />
dissolves in tears, in time zero, the enemy <strong>of</strong> the people. They<br />
depart this chosen hard-ass life budging toward us and then<br />
alternatively and with a, not a confused smile, no, a patient<br />
smile, or at least a willing one that may not know what's going on<br />
or care, away from is it really us?-a parallel sluicing draining<br />
eye serves as contact sideways into mutual overtly emotional<br />
character identification with the ideas kicked around downstairs<br />
in the family room. Envisioning an eternity along the banks <strong>of</strong><br />
the river True, or their lives turning completely done roasts in<br />
evening wind that approaches through big trees, oak or nut<br />
trees, a hardwood something lunar fractions vary, light <strong>of</strong> their<br />
blue-green moonlight tops focussed to sometimes black tops<br />
which seem a dead team exactly timed to reverse the week, and<br />
silence would lean on it in excited activity <strong>of</strong> immediate depression,<br />
friendly and well-developed, without-as in such a<br />
mood-you can't take in this information sans self toppled from<br />
its spot. But he wasn't using heavy-legged presence practice<br />
seminars you don't anyway expect-note-regret intend or particularly<br />
care to underline. The year he dies will be four times its<br />
own length. Look out for the buzzily attractive black marks <strong>of</strong><br />
interruption bending back into specific context that skid along<br />
the bottom, bump-thump <strong>of</strong> an eloquent handicap lyric to frustrated<br />
sky, stripped colored segments shoved into the well, its<br />
surface <strong>of</strong> cloud sawed <strong>of</strong>f first, the hand that moves them<br />
moves them aside until, looking back, he turns left, left, and rises<br />
over the road stripe to enter the store, to enter the store, across<br />
the street.<br />
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