poetry, daily: 11
Poems in a series are train cars, rooms in a house, little worlds with their own rules. And have to merit these. There's no flab on a freight train; everything working, everything carrying its weight.
Michel Foucault, in The History of Sexuality I: Composite bodies greater than their parts' sum (136).
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