Ashineovsun 2

“I join nervous systems, not companies or organizations. Plunging from ledges of pain down to further ledges, the trees and fences spring up like shards of unrealizable pain . . . The guillotining of the left side of my body is just a nervous tick I’ve picked up over the centuries. Weighs a Mt. Even when empty. A giant hole in my nervous system . . . Pound my back and carp pool out. It’s like a fish tank in here. Fish about on the glass. They’re incredible. But we’re not alone. There’s always someone watching. Dickensian times. What would I know about that? Personality’s just a few gestures. I have no symbolic reality. Purest of accidents.” —John Barlow

Poetry 2002 • 6 x 9 inches • PB 119 pages • 9781550965940