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Articles tagged "Portugese"

Rimbaud in America

Fever in the knees gold in the belly and-almost forgot- the varicose veins: so you arrive drenched to the bone by the salt of Abyssinia. Deep inside, a desire to be ever departing as if poetry were -horror at solid ground- the edge of an absolute coast. But there are reefs along the shore and shark teeth on the high sea. Beyond that, it's impossible to predict when the spirit- blessed or maligned- will speak. For this,...

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