haruspical meditations

Lisa Robertson
3 Summers

Building our way backwards to the poetry that arrested us…

“Third Summer”

so there is actually no binary — just the juiciness and joy of form
otherwise known as hormones

“The Middle”

each dandy stands prepared to dispose herself
stands sutured to her animal mortality
to make philosophy say
the hummingbird

“On Form”

thing into transcendent operatic
the heart as well as the liver we can
compare the liver to a city or
a mansion and the instestines are the
market gardens surrounding it the veins
are roads leading up to the city gates

“On Form” is well worth reading in full for its fine modulations and shifting membranes

And so for day 2910

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