There where the night broke an arm
on the lamp at the end of the houses
I explain silence
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September 12, 2017
this body I can’t find
is just a crow my eye was following until it slipped
through sky’s white crease
is just a crow my eye was following until it slipped
through sky’s white crease
by Bennett Sims
September 5, 2017
That is the true philosophical paradox: not how you can travel from point A to point B without first traversing a spatial infinity, bridging all the subdivisible points between them; but rather, how you can travel from mind A to mind B without first traversing a psychological infinity. Leaving the apartment in one frame of mind, how could you ever arrive at a new one?
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The American Book Award–winning poet, journalist, and Miles Davis biographer reads from his work
Monday, September 25, 2017
2:30 pm
Campus Center, Weis Cinema