Tag Archives: Tom Snarsky

Void Heuristic

Backed into pinks and yellows and Reds you look at me like numbers Cleaving to hope against sensoria The death of pictures in your face We bet it all on restoration you and I the spies have come in with … Continue reading

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Poem In Which Quentin Meillassoux Has A Beautiful Dream Of Total Silence And Drools A Little On His Favorite Pillow (The One With The Green Stars On It That Smells Like Lavender)

I’m looking for a Word Like “speculation” But for listening Something immemorially old But still technology To flow “through the ears From an alien stream” To calm by receiving and Recoiling in equal measure To be semelfactive but servile In … Continue reading

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