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The angels of the proscenium

tapped out in contrapuntal rhythms

[...] Dead power is everywhere among us - in the forest, chopping down the songs; at night in the industrial landscape, wasting and stiffening the new life; in the street of the city, throwing away the day. We wanted something different for our people; not to find ourselves an old, reactionary repu…

Not out of English prosody but the fluids of organism

Melville knew the sea, its poising and somnambulism