Author: Augusto Todoele
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Call
What do you do when the burglar winding in your window at night bellows, Call, call the police? There were knives in the kitchen, sticks along the wall, a screw gun and the OED. Mother Earth sang a Capella when she cloned it ten. It could have been more. Then came the report: sleeper lurches…
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Blake’s Wilderness
Call it rehumanization that reabsorbs what was separated out. In this reunification the horrific becomes beatific; tygers and lions “sing, they seize the instruments of harmony” (FZ 124.17). Remetamorph, “further up and in,” as C.S. Lewis says in The Last Battle, reads like a salmon migration upstream, out of division into unity and not to…