Intubated” and “Block Out the Fact That You’re Dying”
IntubatedThere is an opening where the sick sense stirs, the disease of disunity, the ringing ears.There is a space for the dark partsand spoiled maps, the rationing of faith.The art is finished, you say, turning herover in your mind. In your mind, there is only closingand unprepared rooms, the dir...
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openedition-oai:revues.org:angles_8328 https://doi.org/10.4000/12nxv urn:doi:10.4000/12nxv en https://journals.openedition.org/angles/8328 2024-11-12T01:00:00Z info:eu-repo/semantics/openAccess article info:eu-repo/semantics/article urn:handle:20.500.13089/12nxv https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Intubated” and “Block Out the Fact That You’re Dying” IntubatedThere is an opening where the sick sense stirs, the disease of disunity, the ringing ears.There is a space for the dark partsand spoiled maps, the rationing of faith.The art is finished, you say, turning herover in your mind. In your mind, there is only closingand unprepared rooms, the dirt andash undoing each little altar,undoing all of you.Why must you takethe stars, they are in all of us?Why must you dismember the constellations, the symmetry of forever? I am a bodylittered with ... Angles Société des Anglicistes de l'Enseignement Supérieur info:eu-repo/semantics/reference/issn/2274-2042 URI:https://journals.openedition.org/angles Propper, Tara |
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IntubatedThere is an opening where the sick sense stirs, the disease of disunity, the ringing ears.There is a space for the dark partsand spoiled maps, the rationing of faith.The art is finished, you say, turning herover in your mind. In your mind, there is only closingand unprepared rooms, the dirt andash undoing each little altar,undoing all of you.Why must you takethe stars, they are in all of us?Why must you dismember the constellations, the symmetry of forever? I am a bodylittered with ... |
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