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 A transfusion [between subject and object based on the rhetorical figure of parataxis, of units placed together without connectives or subordination, thus requiring the reader’s participation in the sense-making process. Each new sentence gains its disorienting effects by being placed next to another sentence to which it has, apparently, only tangential relevance.
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  Things are divorced from their names. In the midst of all these nameless artifacts, defenseless, it seems ridiculous to call them anything at all.
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 State Of The Union
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 Guide For The Perplexed (for Matt DeGennaro)
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 (untitled)  Ceramic cast of soundwaves generated by poltergeist ("ghost") activity on the night of May 16, 1938 when two young women here in childbirth nearly simultaneously. Of the two babies one lived, one did not.
  "I'm sorry the summer is gone before you get the dress"  Collection of Sharon Rosse
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  The leaves blow, across the long black road, to the darkened skies. All along the glowering river that surging mass of men is seen. History talks about what has existed: “That was the day, that was the hour, when it all started.” Now night falls and then tomorrow it will rain.
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