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Brianna Angelakis
Michael Nudelman
Sarah Hicks
Maria Rendon
MICHAEL CARINI
Song For the Philopoets by Dan Hedges
The world has crowned you with the phrase
‘industrial unit’, and despite the economic
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surround, you strive to grow into
the term ‘philopoet’. In this struggle to
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be free, you repeat the words to yourself,
“don’t let the intellect bully the heart.”>>>>>>>>
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It is clear that she has nurtured numbers,
and you have preferred imagination,
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all this time, and will never regret it.
She will never appreciate that it takes bird
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aesthetics to sanctify the light, though she
never noticed the light of her noticing to begin
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with. It is, after all,
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the case, that we are using words to absorb
the severe angles of our sacrosanct madness,
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not to mention our nether-space visions that
shuffle into the haunting tense.
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We are using words as nether-space conduits through
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which we cause to fortify the god metaphor with
linguistic spells of lucid somethingness.
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We are mischief in the Nietzscharium, and
she is the reason for our semantic word harvest,
in the first place.
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‘She’ is the world, and ‘you’ are you.
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Suddenly, the conundrum breaks into it’s
mathematical parts, causing stare-downs
with the Fibonacci entry points into
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all abstract semantic buzz. Â Instead of
closure, it all ends with urgency.
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