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PRAIRIE STYLE
1304 NORTH CENTRAL AVENUE
Indianapolis, Indiana
To me, intention’s a fact, a register equal to any other
value. Intention’s the device in nature. It repeats the
range. I like that it’s noisy or can be; I like that
it’s a measure. The median is full of images. Argument’s
there to discern, to straighten you out. To me,
meaning’s like parallel streets. Meaning stands in.
Nothing’s more sexual than laziness. I’d be equivocal,
I’d pass.
PRAIRIE STYLE
“I use the word ‘Negro’ in the sense in which it is
commonly used in the United States, to designate a
person with any discernible amount of Negro blood.”
—Emma Lou Thornbrough, The Negro in Indiana (1957).
Situation’s the uncertain argument; the neighborhood
can’t contain it though it starts because of the
neighborhood. The contour property gives you
takes the place of region.
A CORNET AT NIGHT
I’m the fish horn, I’m going to lean out and blow for
you.
Say I’m a fact of nature, a habit of life, the broad
ripple. Say I’m a Usonian. Say I’m from out past the
turnaround but have come in like a pack of dogs to
reveal eros to you, to converse with you about the
repeating shape. Say I’m teeth and crows. Say I’m
voodoo-dick. Say I cleave to you or say I’m a vacant
seat pulling away from the curb. Say I’m incomplete
without you, sugar. Say I’m late but say how I’ll come
sooner or later. Say I’m doubtless. Say I’m lazy but
articulate.
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