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O ivory thou, the golden scythe hath mown
Night’s stubble and my joy. Thou royal souled,
Favour the quest! Lo, Truth and I have sought thee

Thought:

“The problem which confronts any writer, once they have broken with the received tradition of a writing that presumes and imposes a stable ‘voice,’ is how literally to proceed.”

Ron Silliman

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