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[ON A ROCK DESCRIBING WATER] Travis-David Beckett |
on a rock
__ In accordance with some kind of abstract sequence, I have thought about lectures given by the poets Mary Ruefle and Carl Phillips; conditions that form an experience of a specific place; the presence of something limning its own absence; impressions and their evidence; sunlight reflected from broken pieces of glass scattered in the desert; the line as marker and the space between those markers; and turning myself inside out. |