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Crac’h 11, Luffange, Tal er Roch (Bas-Bretagne), and: Blowing the Buddhas to Smithereens

Crac’h 11, Luffange, Tal er Roch (Bas-Bretagne), and: Blowing the Buddhas to Smithereens 98 v When I ditched the leather, said good-bye to my lined-up man, my girlfriends broke his short fall. He cooed in their ears. I peeled off a daisy's petals: this is truth; this is truth, not. Each day ended a different way. Everyone tries to re-sculpt from scratch. When the creation no longer matters, what does? Only this: their stories took root and bloom even now. A woman may speak with her tongue in her sister's mouth. A woman may cut her own tongue out. One may choose to forget, as I, that we spoke a common language among us. Hillel Schwartz Crac'h 11, Luffange, Tal er Roch (Bas-Bretagne) Two diorite axes Splitrock: as the dying turned their backs &, folded up, turned to stone & bonefield, what they traded for lives (suppose) in halfmoon of Morbihan-- severalness, like lines of menhirs pointing toward 99 the last, not horizon but else, & more Nine greenstone beads or less: wordlessly worked & reworked for the palm, for exchange, a day or so from coast but sand unequal to this softness, even the rubbing of rock underwater of rock, no, the green grows in the hand almost forever, like http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

Crac’h 11, Luffange, Tal er Roch (Bas-Bretagne), and: Blowing the Buddhas to Smithereens

Prairie Schooner , Volume 82 (1) – May 11, 2008

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98 v When I ditched the leather, said good-bye to my lined-up man, my girlfriends broke his short fall. He cooed in their ears. I peeled off a daisy's petals: this is truth; this is truth, not. Each day ended a different way. Everyone tries to re-sculpt from scratch. When the creation no longer matters, what does? Only this: their stories took root and bloom even now. A woman may speak with her tongue in her sister's mouth. A woman may cut her own tongue out. One may choose to forget, as I, that we spoke a common language among us. Hillel Schwartz Crac'h 11, Luffange, Tal er Roch (Bas-Bretagne) Two diorite axes Splitrock: as the dying turned their backs &, folded up, turned to stone & bonefield, what they traded for lives (suppose) in halfmoon of Morbihan-- severalness, like lines of menhirs pointing toward 99 the last, not horizon but else, & more Nine greenstone beads or less: wordlessly worked & reworked for the palm, for exchange, a day or so from coast but sand unequal to this softness, even the rubbing of rock underwater of rock, no, the green grows in the hand almost forever, like

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Published: May 11, 2008

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