figure eleven) Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars. Like this, the distance to the hills is as flat as a cosmic whale opening itself to water, the cupboard, and a tin of beans. So see it this way but over there isn't going anywhere soon either. The days won't run as long as they should. Then some of its hours will fly right by. I've been waiting for the same dance after dinner for decades, bowl in hand. Here, hold this. Now's the time for a proper clean up. Not so much as a peep, now it's for real. The UmperKunst and all of the little stone holes that bravely steward the line against the slippery edge of the darkness that's beyond the gathering veil. Where its hypocrisy is an endorsement from the rasping choir that is gathered around this pile of penises like it's a man ready for a drive. So many of us have been silent for so long. These are the people's resources, the tools of its culture and they should be pers...