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..:: CONTENTS
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Volume VI, Issue I
..:: POETRY ::..
..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..
..:: ETC
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Contributor's Notes
..:: ARCHIVES ::..
Volume I, Issue I
Volume I, Issue II
Volume II, Issue I
Volume II, Issue II
Volume III, Issue I
Volume III, Issue II
Volume IV, Issue I
Volume IV, Issue II
Volume V, Issue I
Volume V, Issue II
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from Systems: V
Sophie Sills
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wholeness that we're missing comes from our language, the
structure of our
fragmentation is in thought. It makes sense that we think of
things as inherently divided.
Particles move and interpenetrate, language is just a
dimension of the double binds that
cannot be concluded. I came into a dark room at a late hour
where the cantilevers were
our limbs. All salt and body and silent combination. My self
from my body made a
strange design. I'm feverish. When what we think of is what
happens. The double bind is
actually a material process. A grasping of the insides of
things. Open the flesh, an
unmade mouth is not the thing itself, but particles, one part
of reality knowing another.
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Advance //
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