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Aprašymas
"Don't let me get away with a claim to authority. Nothing on my wall is framed. I have no dog."
Alternating between prose poems chiseled from light and a cavalcade of centos borrowing fragments that span centuries, here lies the refugee breather who drank a bowl of elsewhere is care for the multitudinous, the nuanced, the uncertain.
Unfolding the relationships—often unexpected—between languages, cultures, and things, the refugee breather is metaphor-making at its strangest and most bountiful. Heslop's language is a playful and loving re-evaluation of reality and its ten-thousand connections.
"Don't let me get away with a claim to authority. Nothing on my wall is framed. I have no dog."
Alternating between prose poems chiseled from light and a cavalcade of centos borrowing fragments that span centuries, here lies the refugee breather who drank a bowl of elsewhere is care for the multitudinous, the nuanced, the uncertain.
Unfolding the relationships—often unexpected—between languages, cultures, and things, the refugee breather is metaphor-making at its strangest and most bountiful. Heslop's language is a playful and loving re-evaluation of reality and its ten-thousand connections.
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