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Almost as Swift as History, I'll Read to You Tonight

fig.34.2) this list o peasant's names to change your garden please 

I'll read to you tonight. I will sing you a song and lay down when we've finally danced. I'll make all of your cancer go away with just a brush and a flip flick. Stepping up, pulling away the sheet that's hanging among the flies and other beasts being in this summer what is. This broken sandal, where what she sees is still very wet, "nothing works so well as a shoe." Unless it's a hammer, a hammer correcting what proud children might say. "This is what's meant by politics," just another day at the beach in Chicago. She spells her name twice, once just for the thrill of it and then again in the sand like her penis is aflame!

"I'd like to go away, I want to live somewhere warmer," more warm, she wonders? Opening her purse and putting it down on the plastic shelf that's in front of her. So much stuff, why do I bring so much stuff to these things? Everything's in here, if it's not in my car than it's right here. 

You'd think that my apartment was immaculate, my purse is such a slut, right? Pulling out a carefully folded piece of copy paper, I shouldn't talk like this, especially now. Unfolding it, she begins to read thoughtfully.

"The things that we keep to sleep with are an older form of poetry dear, they fall on our ears like poverty dusting a thumb, one subtle motion becoming the next while breathing the beautiful stuffs keeping us as wild as Aaron Siskind, as Adrian Piper, as Al Pocius, as Amanda Ross-Ho, as Andrew Moore, as Anish Kapoor, as Anne Wilson, as Archibald Motley, as Art Loinz, as Barbara Crane, as Barbara deGenevieve, as Barbara Kasten, as Barbara Rossi, as Ben Stone, as Candida Alvarez, as Carrie Gundersdorf, as Charlie Chaplin, as Chris Falvey, as Chris Ware, as Christina Ramberg, as Daniel Burnham, as Daniel Clowes, as Dawoud Bey, as Del Close, as Dennis Franz, as Dick Gregory, as Don Baum, as Dutes Miller, as Ed Paschke, as Edra Soto, as Eldzier Cortor, as Elijah Burgher, as Elizabeth Murray, as Ellen Gates Starr, as Ellen Lanyon, as Emory Douglas, as Evelyn Statsinger, as Frank Lloyd Wright, as Frank Piatek, as Frankie Knuckles, as Gaylen Gerber, as George Lewis, as Georgia O'Keeffe, as Gertrude Abercrombie, as Gladys Nilsson, as Gloria Swanson, as HAHA, as Harry Callahan, as HC Westermann, as Henry Darger, as Hugh Hefner, as Ida May Stout, as Inigo Manglano-Ovalle, as Jack Sloss, as Jane Addams, as Jean Dubuffet, as Jeanne Gang, as Jennifer Reeder, as Jim Belushi, as Jim Nutt, as Jno Cook, as Joan Livingston, as Joan of Arc, as John Hughes, as John Neff, as John Wanzel, as Joseph Yoakum, as Judith Geichman, as Julia Fish, as June Leaf, as Kanye West, as Karl Wirsum, as Kathleen Blackshear, as Kay Rosen, as Kelly Kaczynski, as Ken Josephson, as Kerry James Marshall, as László Moholy-Nagy, as Law Office, as Lee Godie, as Leon Golub, as Lilli Carre, as Lin Hixson, as Lorado Taft, as Louis Sullivan, as Lynne Warren, as Macena Alberta Barton, as Margaret Burroughs, as Martin Puryear, as Marx Brothers, as Matthew Goulish, as Melvin King, as Michael Bulka, as Michelle Grabner, as Mies van der Rohe, as Mike Pocius, as Miyoko Ito, as Muddy Waters, as Naked Raygun, as Nancy Spero, as Nelson Algren, as Nick Black, as Nick Cave, as Paul Chan, as Paul Nudd, as Pedro Bell, as Pedro Velez, as Philip von Zweck, as Phyllis Bramson, as Picasso, as R Kelly, as Ralph Arnold, as Rashid Johnson, as Ray Metzker, as Ray Yoshida, as Richard Hunt, as Richard Rezac, as Robert Clarke-Davis, as Roger Brown, as Ronnie Woo Woo, as Sandra Cisneros, as Seymour Rosofsky, as Sharkula, as Stan Shellabarger, as Studs Terkel, as Sun Ra, as Suzie Giles, as Twista, as Vivian Maier, as Walt Disney, as Wesley Willis, or Xianggang Delight which goes on rattling the plums. I'll vote for you today, she says and I'll make you so so pretty. I'll grease this pig if I have too, big and red as it is. I'll stay all day long. Just bring me a mop and I'll start right here. Once she's done, her lips purse and she clicks her tongue like the Mayor." I'll read to you tonight, whispering under the sheets like something old and deadly. I'll read to you tonight, a more than more to be had, a song, a witch for this buckets dream. 

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