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Michael McAloran & Aad de Gids

“…echoes/ echo none/ echoing…echoes of the where…echoes of the…a clear…a clear cut wound the wound clear spliced…open undue the palm open spliced of/ not a distance to trace…blank the eye’s meat/ drained of/ spasm head no not of echoing/ dreaming/ a clear gash to the collapsed breath of…the meat of it/ haven/ knotted madly/ as if to recall the tumour of it or of the once departed/ all for/ nothing no colours not a…still yet the breathe bite blade of the bite/ ask/ ask/ absent purpose/ divulged the eye’s collapse/ not a sight nor sound/ ever-clear as this…from the outset/ begun/ shattered/ the frozen air/ stillness yes/ not a trace…” (excerpt)

 

 A collaboration between Michael McAloran & Aad de Gids.

 ’What a brilliant weird fucking book…’ D M Mitchell (ed The Starry Wisdom)

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