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Mirror makers know the secret--one does not make a mrror to resemble a person, one brings a person to the mirror.
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Break
Your poem
Like you would cut a grapefuit
Make
It go to sleep for you
And each line (There is no Pacific Ocean) And make each line
Cut itself. Like seaweed thrown
Against the pier.
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Things fit together. We know that--it is the principle of magic. Two inconsequential things can combine together to become a consequence. This is true of poems, too. A poem is never to be judged by itself alone. A poem is never by itself alone.
This is the most important letter that you will ever receive.
Love,
Jack
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But you will say, we loved
And some parts of us loved
And the rest will remain
Two persons. Yes,
Poetry ends like a rope.
Church of the Light by Tadao Ando
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I got caught up on this line: "Things fit together. We know that--it is the principle of magic."
When thinking about the fantastical subject of magic, there is something "magical" about things fitting together. Or maybe there is just something beautiful and wonderful about it, since so often in life, things don't seem to fit together.
Well said Jack Spicer.
Yes. Interestingly though Spicer is a master of the non sequitur. So what does this suggest? The fact that things don't "fit together" is in fact their fitting place. We can be certain of that, for "We know that..." so it seems to me that Spicer suggests that we stop worryin about the problem and move on to the next thing: 1 + Z = Zinc box. Good, fine. Now what?
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