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Collected
- Wordworks
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Donald
Judd - by Nick Barker
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He
liked to keep things straight
He liked to keep things level
He liked to listen to the bagpipes
They say he worshipped the devil
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One
Hour Before Midnight - by Rob Jacobs
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All
that glistens could be gold
In the hands that we held
They passed it on
Then passed me by
Heavy pebbles in my palm
'Grey then are they?'
'No'
'Then what?'
Turn around and there they are
Not broadcast
Dropped like a plot
'An unrehearsed hectare?'
'Yes'
Never staight always fragmented
Silver is grey
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Post
Card 1 - Patrick Gordon
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August
to September seamless
Always late enough before it goes to seed
It's coming on very fast
Nearly dark at eight thirty
The sky a different shade of blue
Round a corner
Through a tunnel
Now then
Never ask why |
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Birth
of The Inverse - by Rob Jacobs
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You
had something
To show me
From the bottom of the pile
Processed, Etched, Cut
I was anticipating
You discerning
Unsure
Then the lid was lifted on the box of none
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