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ANASTYLOSIS

ANASTYLOSIS i brightness1 This summer, birds fly out from the top branches of a tree outside the window, dancers running out from the wings, and a tree that was dying for years of an unknown disease now proffers its fruit again — small, hard, green and bitter; the birds fly upward, folded into the brightness of the air, distant but clear: air separate as an ocean to one on shore, clear as they are not, so near we feel the rush of their wings 1. Section titles derive from Sappho, fragment 20. 17:3 DOI 10.1215/0961754X-1305517 © 2011 by Duke University Press ii with the help of good fortune Today was the longest day, we sat under a tree talking about notes and accidentals, a word and its inflections and our part in ordering them, making a world revolve around us and obey, while high winds plow the ocean and a network of radar signals fails; in dreams you often see a body washed up on the rock shore, pale and slack, and fortune is a tide lifting and playing with the fingers iii to gain [the harbor?] Between voice and word, sea wind and sail, no certainty but the http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Common Knowledge Duke University Press

ANASTYLOSIS

Valles, Alissa
Common Knowledge , Volume 17 (3) – Sep 21, 2011
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i brightness1 This summer, birds fly out from the top branches of a tree outside the window, dancers running out from the wings, and a tree that was dying for years of an unknown disease now proffers its fruit again — small, hard, green and bitter; the birds fly upward, folded into the brightness of the air, distant but clear: air separate as an ocean to one on shore, clear as they are not, so near we feel the rush of their wings 1. Section titles derive from Sappho, fragment 20. 17:3 DOI 10.1215/0961754X-1305517 © 2011 by Duke University Press ii with the help of good fortune Today was the longest day, we sat under a tree talking about notes and accidentals, a word and its inflections and our part in ordering them, making a world revolve around us and obey, while high winds plow the ocean and a network of radar signals fails; in dreams you often see a body washed up on the rock shore, pale and slack, and fortune is a tide lifting and playing with the fingers iii to gain [the harbor?] Between voice and word, sea wind and sail, no certainty but the

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Published: Sep 21, 2011

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