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| Acknowledgments | |
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| Preface | |
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| Glottal Stop | |
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| Voices, scored into | |
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| Summer Report | |
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| With wine and being lost, with | |
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| Threesome, Foursome | |
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| Erratic | |
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| Hand- | |
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| To one who stood outside the door, one | |
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| Flung wood | |
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| How low could it go, my once immortal word | |
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| Pain, the Syllable | |
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| La Contrescarpe | |
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| Floated down blackwater rapids | |
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| Gray-white of sheer | |
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| (I know you: you're the one who's bent so low | |
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| Singable remainder--trace | |
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| Flooding, big | |
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| Go blind at once, today | |
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| Ring-narrowing Day under | |
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| At high noon, in | |
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| The hourglass buried | |
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| Behind the charcoal surfaces of sleep | |
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| Go back and add up | |
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| Half-mauled, mask- | |
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| From fists white with the truth | |
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| Noisemakers shoot into the light: it's the Truth | |
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| You forget you forget | |
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| Crackpots, decomposing | |
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| Lichtenberg's heir- | |
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| The sight of the songbirds at dusk | |
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| Gurgling, then | |
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| Frankfurt, September | |
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| Coincidence staged, the signs all | |
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| Who | |
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| Spasms, I love you, psalms | |
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| Night in Pau | |
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| Later in Pau | |
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| The ounce of truth in the depths of delusion | |
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| Lyon, Les Archers | |
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| Sleep-pieces, wedges | |
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| Attached to out-cast | |
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| Graygreens | |
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| Chitin sunlings | |
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| Eternities dead | |
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| Hothouse of an asylum | |
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| Lucky, the | |
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| On the rainsoaked rutted road | |
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| White noises, bundled | |
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| Your heart manholed | |
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| Here are the industrious | |
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| When I don't know, when I don't know | |
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| Gigantic | |
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| Day freed from demons | |
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| Husks of the finite, stretchable | |
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| Wet from the world | |
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| Hush, you hag, and ferry me across the rapids | |
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| Eyeshot's island, broken | |
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| Eternity gets older: at | |
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| It's late. A fat fetish | |
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| Come, we are cutting out | |
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| Free of dross, free of dross | |
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| Soul-blind behind the ashes | |
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| Next-door-neighbor Night | |
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| The ropes, stiff with salt water | |
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| Out of angel flesh, on | |
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| Upholster the word-hollows | |
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| Walls of speech, space inwards | |
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| Four ells of earth | |
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| Naked under death leaves | |
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| Stone of incest, rolled away | |
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| As loud colors, heaped up | |
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| The chimney-swallow, sister | |
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| White, white, white | |
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| Haut Mal | |
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| The golfball growth | |
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| Windfield bound for winter: this | |
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| Who stood that round? | |
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| Audio-visual vestiges in | |
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| Knock out | |
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| Eternities swept | |
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| She of the freckled farewells | |
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| Degenerate | |
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| Assembly- | |
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| Weather hand | |
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| Nightsources, distant | |
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| Unwashed, unpainted | |
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| Lilac twilight daubed with yellow windows | |
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| You with the dark slingshot | |
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| I gave a chance | |
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| Proverb on the Wall | |
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| The aural apparatus drives a flower | |
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| Open glottis, air flow | |
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| Raised bog, the shape of | |
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| Particles, patriarchs, buried | |
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| And force and pain | |
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| A reading branch, just one | |
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| The cables have already been laid | |
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| The splintering echo, darkened | |
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| Nowhere, with its silken veil | |
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| In the most remote of | |
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| O little root of a dream | |
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| Don't sign your name | |
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| Notes | |
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| Index of English Titles/First Lines and German Titles/Half-Titles | |