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A Poem for Wolfgang Hilbig
by Thomas Kunst

In Germany, the Poets have all absconded.
The last ones took off with their women.
A stoker floated them along,
in an old tarbraided Geep.

He could just as well be stocking
any shop window, or freight elevator.
Plenty of tracks leaving the West,
Along granite and piss, the forsaken dining cars.

He's dreaming of floozies.
Contrived vaugaries that dance themselves bane.
I'll take my Brasch and Born,
               My confidants.
 
At each station, he smelled the sea.
I'm glad they're gone! They're ruinous!
And this odour of ballast and iodine,
                    the doldrums.
                     
                     

A large canvas, nearly square, in fact vertical in format. In the upper third, a slender dark-brown horse with a plaited mane running headlong, ...(Michael Fried)

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• Erstwhile, Chicago! The sky is grey and my radiator is clinking- First, I wrote some expensive checks for my living. Then, I went on a Annie Hall style walk, with tea, to look at the lake. "It's opaque." and further on toward Michigan, all that encompasses an enormous city. I saw a building on fire, then sipped a warm German drink- wine cider and mulling spices - gluhwein. Do you know about this thing? (Two part question) and did you ever drink it in Daley Square beneath Picasso's Tête de femme?
  
  
• Concert Silence
• Collecting W. G. Sebald
• Eluviums Seeing you off the Edges
• Ambient Series Eluvium.
• To Live and Die on the Opie D.: Backpacking the Sisters
• Electrical walks
• Vancouver walking by Meredith Quatermain.
• Flanuer: A good idea from Charles Baudelaire.
• The unbuilit Seattle
• Richard likes it
• The Nabokov Code.
• Paddling to Sucia, May 2006.