1. Dead I engage the traumatic line
    to house these words: write them on
    my unmarked grave: “this one can’t write, she dies
    roosting on the basket of undigested things
    her manias unclear”.
    — Amelia Rosselli, “Maybe I’ll die, maybe I’ll leave you these” (trans. Giuseppe Leporace and Deborah Woodard)
     
  2. spiritual mathematics

    spiritual mathematics

     
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  4. And the rotating tongue of the fallen saints with the
    matches who were about to set heaven ablaze
    so rent by calculated sermons to the cream
    of youth. Not even shackled youth can say
    who will be its father, for it hates him, but it can recognize
    its mother, who suckles it. I will live in a multitude
    but I’ll keep a clear head, said that shark who’s
    dead by now.
    — Amelia Rosselli, “The Dragonfly” (trans. Giuseppe Leporace and Deborah Woodard)
     
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  6. Whales engender time. Men eat each other. Superstitious women spin a revolution favoring adult suffrage, flowers of speech, damask roses & trumpets & drums.
    — Danielle Dutton, “Virginia Woolf’s Appendix”
     
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  10. oh hey, there’s Accumulations in the bottom left corner!

    oh hey, there’s Accumulations in the bottom left corner!