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Seven Hours One Minute

by · 01/21/10

Seven Hours One Minute[This is the shortest day of the year in our neck of the woods.]

The divergence of animals, said Khlebnikov
is the result of their ability
to see God in many different ways.

If the Universe, said Hawking
was different, we still
would not notice.

From Chanel to Escape (remembered
one pretty fashion magazine)
in every year death has a different scent.

There are these people, writers
who have everything written down
the tics and the tacs
in place of numerical facsimiles

***

seashell-antarctica
was tossed onto the shore
a crumb of ice fell from it
instead of the first snow

three calendar kittens—
November December January

February. March.

the shortest day of the year
Achilles took turtle
on a walk during the workday
on a leash
to see how the small winter
does not accede to the enemy
long like a tongue
frozen to metallic cold
our brave varyag
our hard and soft consonants

***

the industrial town Volgorechensk

proposed decision
to be legislatively fixated

the situation is uncomfortable
the estimate is appending

abeyance

are you sure?
saw it yourself?
how long have you been sure?
and when did this begin?

two weeks sat
on a dry branch
the first was cool
and the other was pretty good too

***

Habitus 05: Moscow

featuring Vassily Grossman, Lev Rubenstein, Mikhail Aizenberg, Jonathan Brent, Zinovy Zinik & Ludmila Ulitskaya

192 p.; 23 cm x 15.5 cm.

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