i pulled this out of a lot of notes from about 30 minutes of standing in the Jason Dodge gallery in the exhibition "The Language of Less (Then and Now)" [or as it is read on the wall and in publication "Then The Language of and Now Less"] at the mca.
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i think this, and my 9/11 poem from this year, signal a poetic form that i need to explore more: axis - poems organized like compasses. a language of orienteering and orientating.
Jason Dodge - The Flutes are Filled with Poison (blockflutes, comium maculatum, silver) 2010 [a piece not in the mca show, but sooo nice]
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