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Слушать(AI)On A Diet
Eat all you want but don’t swallow it. —Archie Moore The ruth of soups and balm of sauces I renounce equally.
What Rorschach saw in ink I find in the buttery frizzle in the sauté pan, and I leave it behind, and the sweet peat-smoke tang of bananas, and cream in clots, and chocolate.
I give away the satisfactions of food and take desire for food:
I’ll be travelling light to the heaven of revisions.
Why be adipose: an expense, etc., in a waste, etc.?
Something like the body of the poet’s work, with its pale shadows, begins to pare and replace the poet’s body, and isn’t it time?
William Matthews
William Procter Matthews III (November 11, 1942 – November 12, 1997) was an American poet and essayist.
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