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⇢: Void of Horn…and not to steal my own thunder, but my piece “Void of Horn” for flute, concertina and organ is available on the excellent new compilation Antihistamine 2025 from Vermont’s Histamine Tapes.
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⇢: November 6, 18—They (writers) publish books for the pleasure of seeing them printed and bound, without remembering the saddest aspects of their lives will end up contained in those pages.
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⇢: EstablishedBut Ivanov said ah, love, and Ansky, in his fashion, also said ah, love. So over the next few days he set out in tireless search of Nadja Yurenieva, and at last he found her, wearing her long leather jacket, sitting in one of the lecture halls at the University of Moscow, looking like an…
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⇢: The Great FloodRilke was eternally someone’s houseguest. Once he had fifty different addresses in four years.
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⇢: November 3rd, 1952You looked at the hills and they were rolling hills that made you wonder who you were and how you got here. The hills had no more connection to your life than a calendar with a picture of hills, old rolling hills set above a river, fixed to some kitchen wall.
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⇢: An OfferingFor a time, Sherry was the only girl available at the Honey Route. The regulars weren’t spending so freely, and it was down to guys who stopped by, passing custom, the kind who, once they’d come in and gotten a beer in hand weren’t going to blink. Every Monday a trucker named Clark, the liquor…
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⇢: The Encircling NeverThe bartender reached for a freshly washed glass and shook the droplets of water from it. He reached for the bottle of gin and poured.
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⇢: He Said She SaidHe could imagine, he said, that on the last day his father had been unable to get up and had only crawled around in his room. Quite aside from his madness, the weeks of strictly refusing nourishment had made him incapable of standing erect. “Toward the end he had no strength at all left, Doctor,”…
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⇢: The Same River TwiceThey told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.I wept as I remember’d how often you and IHad tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.