"It is . . . the utterance of clever people in despair, or hovering upon the brink of that precipice. . . . [T]heir lamentation [is] . . . 'In the midst of this desolation, give me at least one intelligence to converse with.'"
- Ezra Pound, on the poetry of Marianne Moore and Mina Loy, 1918
You're the robot!
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A and B were talking just outside the guard shack, so Lilith and I
approached. B said he was fine, well not fine, and he pointed at the new
camera set on ...
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