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	<title>· the cultural society · &#187; Eric Elshtain</title>
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		<title>Port Townsend, WA: 7th-20th Dec. 1999</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2004 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Elshtain</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#34;In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.&#34; &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#8212;Moby-Dick [limestone] as long as the last salt seance advances like sea foam [mycelium] the rain &#38; take make shore houses out of beads your coral-free seascape like a public [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> <font color="#666666">&quot;In thoughts of the visions of the night, <br />
  I saw long rows of angels in paradise, <br />
  each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.&quot;<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&#8212;Moby-Dick<br />
  </font><span class="style96"><br />
  </br><br />
  </br><br />
<center></br><br />
                      [limestone]<br />
                      </br><br />
                      as long as the last salt seance<br />
                      advances like sea foam<br />
                      </br><br />
                      </br><br />
                      </br><br />
                      [mycelium]<br />
                      </br><br />
                      the rain &amp; take<br />
                      make shore houses<br />
                      out of beads<br />
                      </br><br />
                      your coral-free seascape<br />
                      like a public mind<br />
                      </br><br />
                      </br><br />
                      </br><br />
                      [coral]<br />
                      </br><br />
                      you will not like<br />
                      what gives this owning stone an air<br />
                      </br><br />
                      </br><br />
                      </br><br />
                      [erne]<br />
                      </br><br />
                      like the mushroom slows light<br />
                      ashore with us &#8212;<br />
                      </br><br />
                      lifts you into<br />
                      the spinning story<br />
                      </br><br />
                      </br><br />
                      </br><br />
                      [coniferous forest]<br />
                      </br><br />
                      real in-ness of earth&#8217;s rotation<br />
                      like pines shedding skulls<br />
                      </br><br />
                      </br>
                      </p>
<p>                      </span></span><br />
                      </br><br />
                      [orb-weaving spider]<br />
                        </br><br />
                        childless like a magnet<br />
                        under a light beam &#8212;</p>
<p>                        inactive sultan<br />
                        cottoning entangled states<br />
                        </br><br />
                        </br><br />
                        </br><br />
                        [night beach]</p>
<p>                        you observe<br />
                        a candid tarantism</p>
<p>                        black prolonged leap<br />
                        I will not believe</p>
<p>                        sharks in an ocean&#8217;s haloes<br />
                        that bells</p>
<p>                        ring in heat coils<br />
                        your listening ghost underway<br />
                        would that we were</p>
<p>                        so into morning the entry stone<br />
                        lichen&#8217;d white<br />
                        might freeze completely<br />
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</br><br />
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