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The Architect Isozaki Designs a House for Lewis Carroll
This looking-glass has no edge,
no hashi, no veranda. Instead,
Alice’s body surrounds it
(as her sentences sound it)—
her insides like pictograms on a string
of dancing laundry. A bird sings
its song within three seconds, the heart
begins again. The visual savoir,
like a notched bridge, wars
with itself, then arches.
The chessboard’s surface
becomes real water, Alice’s face
becomes the full moon
which swims under the soon-
to-be dark verse,
reversed
and rounded into north-as-south,
food-as-mouth (she’s a circle without
the partitioning slash or pause.)
Nonsense becomes the cause
celebre of red queens and pigs:
jags contain inked jigs
and, at the table, incorrigible Alice,
chopstuck, eats rice with non-Alice.
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From Our Christmas Letter: A Double Abecedarian
As for Thanksgiving it was great! Vic and I ate at Chez
Bombay this year, curried turkey all-you-can-eat. Every
Christmas Eve as a family we go to Uncle Dix
Donuts— we love the view & the free coffee & how
Everything has tinsel on it! After, we hit Pay ’n Sav
For Almond Roca & gift wrap, then go over to U-
Gotta-Get-It for the Blue Light Champagne, not
Hugely la-la, but from Napa! Memorial Days
It’s always out to the ocean beaches w/ the metal detector.
July 4th, ditto: we walk up & down, find junque with a q.
Kendra, Vic’s girl, picketed the Veterans this year, booed up
Lincoln Street & all down 2nd. We went out to the Rialto
Most of Easter Sunday for the egg hunt, that was fun!
Nigella put in mirrors everywhere out there. Hmmm.
On Halloween Vic dressed up as a Big Red Devil,
Played the piano at the Black Balls Party. A sick
Queer hit on him there (remember the Halloween A.J.
Rammed a fistful of jalapenos down a guy’s throat there? I
Still can’t forget it, and when the man grabbed his thigh...)
Tough year for A.J., first jail over that money, then losing
Una in the fire. Vic and I know God’s been good to us, as if
Vic Jr. and Angel weren’t proof enough. We would just die
Without them. Angel is an angel! Vic Jr. uploaded
X-rated videos onto the class computer this year so Vic
Yelled but stopped there, as our pastor advised. FYI: on the web,
Zanta Claws is a real indie hoot— our pornpage rates it a Big A....
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Caravaggio’s Indecision
April 1st
he writes to his lover—
Dearest Daylight—Cara Chiara—
I note the moment we fell in love,
piu doloroso, tutto dorato.
October 1st
Dearest Shadow—Tesoro Oscuro—
he writes from his terrace, taking life freddo,
I'm finally free of that hot bitch, Daylight,
so come tonight. We'll have gelato.
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