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December 21, 2016
The Economic Theory of Eros by muscularteeth
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Literature Text
There is no fair exchange rate
from the currency of affection to
intellectual stimulation: I promise,
it's not that I don't want you but you
never want my thought about it.
from the currency of affection to
intellectual stimulation: I promise,
it's not that I don't want you but you
never want my thought about it.
Literature
so be it
some of us are content
sketching out proofs in chalk,
elbow-deep in the guts of mechanics
where sparks fly
in a flood of associations/
torment of carnations bursting
with the precision of an abstract language
which never
works when some things clearly do:
a crystal clear sound,
a 7am fog
i don't understand; & i try harder
with different starting points,
different trajectories
looping off in mad hare tracks,
but it seem like it always converges
to a cardinal landing
on a puffy pine branch.
in a few years, wordworts
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Grace
The hands that cast the mould that made the plough
that dug the dirt for crops to make the dough
that makes our bread - they let us grow.
The souls who drive the trucks each waking hour
from farm to store to shop give us our power -
it makes them dead - and we devour.
Each morsel grows from dirt to plant to food
we tear a piece and sell so it's construed
we do our bit - we don't - we just collude.
And while each toiler keeps us from our graves
so we keep them trapped in their enclaves,
to tell ourselves each night - we don't own slaves.
Literature
Lethe
Persephone, you’d
be proud of me:
I had the pomegranate
boy, and I swallowed
him down with red teeth,
the perfect cannibal of air
and everything which
made his organs strike twelve
and bloom into the most
bloody serenade.
(Persephone, don’t be mad
at me: I might just have
become Hades)
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This captures so many thoughts I've had but never had words for.