The Tenderness Junction

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Seems like putting a poem here would keep it from being something somewhere else.

If you write anything but a poem you’ll come up with a story about being near Death or having blacked out and then woken up by someone.

All I had to do was cut it up with some purpose and add some line breaks, which is just what I did after I left class.

So Julia made something about the corner void and I said yes, I think so. It’s a lot like the hole that Bobby Vandivender punched in the ceiling that had a ladder inside it.

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The universe at large is space on the page, one page over.

The body is reality.

The body give you postures.

Gender gives you postures.

Reading and writing: technology of the brain. Words resonate: opening up something for us.

Tip of an eye/ salivating/ thoughts/ repeat/ memory.

Where the mouths are loops of memory . . . sorrow.

I said, I really loved your reading. It was so, like, I don’t know. You said something about a mouth and a hole. And then she said, oh, there’s that Beckett. I said, yes, “Not I.”

(notes from Nicole Brossard reading)