poem (a gainst dahlias, as such Let us attempt not to think in dualisms dualities, twos, this and that, one or zero that kind of thing. Ambiguity is good and so is multiplicity, though it sounds like complicity. The divine persuasion harbors such inequities, Talmudic footlings as Pound said of Zukofsky, with a judgmental absolutism. Rabbinic reading of things, though, is beautiful. But we love artifice. Not we but I, who am always trying to make others complicit. Like footnotes which are glorious minimums of knowledge, essays in con- cision, scissor-like boxcars, six, six, six blue jewels, droplets drole with sincerity, devolving into critical aporia, spelunkers in the cave of language. Dire warnings not to be missed. Facture, Fraktur, specialized to a point of clarity, mirrors of souls, or pilgrims bent on pictures, Rudolfo Tamayo Charles Demuth, Tina Modotti exit the white bowl of life, but their hands remain. Blink, blink, with the eye...