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	<title>R. Gilbert-Lecomte — Cargo Example Site</title>
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	<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2019 22:05:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>NOTES FOR A COMING ATTRACTION</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2019 21:45:10 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>NOTES FOR A COMING ATTRACTION



&#60;img width="3026" height="2081" width_o="3026" height_o="2081" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/fb5117849c69fb4b1ce6ead8e4da1781a2026f3a0120b2440d27d8843f3d8008/lecompte14.jpg" data-mid="61511311" border="0"  src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/fb5117849c69fb4b1ce6ead8e4da1781a2026f3a0120b2440d27d8843f3d8008/lecompte14.jpg" /&#62;Language: EnglishISBN-10: 0882681281ISBN-13: 978-0882681283&#38;nbsp; I died. Deader and deader. "Little joke corpse!" Yeah, I shrank beyond belief; I'd even fit quite neatly inside the bowl of my ridiculouslyminiscule briarwood pipe. &#38;nbsp; Ishmael they call me, Father Ishmael. I'm such a pipsqueak, though, they have got to be kidding. &#38;nbsp; Being dead means &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; very light housekeeping. &#38;nbsp; It's dark, &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; and cold. &#38;nbsp; Cold as the dawn of a new Ice Age. A sage frostbitten under gelid palmtrees. The pallor of one's foibles. &#38;nbsp; Dark: A rat standing at attention on the tip of his hairless tail squealing bloody murder without the slightest movement of his snout. &#38;nbsp; Cold: Across an almond-green plain a procession of pale blue elephants walking backwards. &#38;nbsp; Dark: A diminutive stringbean of a rat hovers on dragonfly wings. &#38;nbsp; Cold: A wee purple face glares out of a winejar's bulging glassy midriff. &#38;nbsp; Dark: Two perfectly identical human mouths kiss each other to death. &#38;nbsp; Cold: A truncated male torso gives with a significant wink. &#38;nbsp; Dark: Above clouds or black sands. Idols of old religions set up. Facing them, horror in tar: the grin of certain dead people. Cold ...—Polar ...— I'm entombed</description>
		
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		<title>SHAMPOO</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2019 21:45:07 +0000</pubDate>

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	March 21, 2021Language: EnglishISBN-10: 0882681281ISBN-13: 978-0882681283Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces
	to Rene Daumal


Incense clings to the Corpse's abdomen 
Great is Allah! Not I for I was born 
To loathe myself and drink through my thin skin 
Evening's hope and the naked fright of dawn
 
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		<title>CROWNED HEAD</title>
				
		<link>https://lecomte.cargo.site/CROWNED-HEAD</link>

		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Nov 2019 18:54:05 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>R. Gilbert-Lecomte — Cargo Example Site</dc:creator>

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March 21, 2021Language: EnglishISBN-10: 0882681281ISBN-13: 978-0882681283Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces



Madness thundery gist of dream and dross 
Ring where the cave of future rings 
Cherry between me and the boogeyman Nothingness 
My wind-tossed head a flurry of feathers 
Shoots sparks as hammers strike anvil 
Dazzled by undeserving pure gold fortune 
Stormy hammers surround it 
Crown it with the fresh forged 
Hot circlet of the infamous calling of misfortune 
In chunks of the infamous calling of misfortune 
In chunks of dripping scarlet pain 
I’m terrified all this splendor 
Will make it pop &#38;nbsp;
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		<title>THE BORDERS OF LOVE</title>
				
		<link>https://lecomte.cargo.site/THE-BORDERS-OF-LOVE</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2019 21:50:09 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>R. Gilbert-Lecomte — Cargo Example Site</dc:creator>

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		<description>THE BORDERS OF LOVE

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March 21, 2021Language: EnglishISBN-10: 0882681281ISBN-13: 978-0882681283Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces
Between two mouths in a kiss 
Windowglass.

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		<title>THE WING OF SLEEP</title>
				
		<link>https://lecomte.cargo.site/THE-WING-OF-SLEEP</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2019 21:52:16 +0000</pubDate>

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	March 21, 2021
    Language: English
    ISBN-10: 0882681281
    ISBN-13: 978-0882681283
    Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces

	
He waded all the way back up life's stream
And came out the other side
Lost where others wander not yet born

He dreamt he was dreaming
Changing planets
Sleeping only to awake over and over
To the clock of blood ticking in his head


Plunging in an ever deeper sleep


Awaking in depths of light unmeasured
Yet closer to that blaze
Plunged in the mortal deep of shadow

His bed a sumptuous cradle whose plumed head
Rocked him
Then froze into the lintel
Of a tomb


His dead eyes the wing of the enchanter sleep
Brushed to glittering life
Then rubbed out


Into so total a revulsion
Their lids
Squinched up like spleen-envenomed lips


He felt himself expand becoming the sky
Making fair weather and foul while dispensing rainbows


As the mills of space crushed
And flattened him like a shadow ...

&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; (to be continued)
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		<title>MASKED LIFE</title>
				
		<link>https://lecomte.cargo.site/MASKED-LIFE</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2019 22:02:24 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>R. Gilbert-Lecomte — Cargo Example Site</dc:creator>

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March 21, 2021
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0882681281
ISBN-13: 978-0882681283
Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces


A massive pale waxwork of a woman
Forever rotating in horrible slow motion,
The statue spins like a top on the grease of dreams,
A blind lighthouse whose eclipsed face is
Haloed with a numb nimbus of horror

A massive wax prison in female shape
It encloses within its hollow shell
A female zombie eating away
Its sculptured face from within

Completing each revolution in horrible slow motion
The imprisoned female zombie
Lets out an immense silent shriek
Making the wax shudder imperceptibly
For the bewitched spectator of its
First revolution, the face is masked by a red cloud
From which it shrinks like an octopus from
Blood on the ocean floor


At its second revolution the face turns black,
An opaque mask of greasy dripping suet


At its third revolution in horrible slow motion
The face bares its teeth


The spectator sleeps


Only to come to, trapped
In the waxwork zombie's womb,
In a universe of ripsaws and rats
Gyrating in horrible slow motion

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		<title>VACANCY IN GLASS</title>
				
		<link>https://lecomte.cargo.site/VACANCY-IN-GLASS</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2019 22:03:47 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>R. Gilbert-Lecomte — Cargo Example Site</dc:creator>

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		<description>VACANCY IN GLASS
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March 21, 2021Language: EnglishISBN-10: 0882681281ISBN-13: 978-0882681283Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces
To a palace made
Of wind


To a palace whose towers
Are pillars of fire by day


To an opal palace
In the sky's zenith heart


The bird of pale air
Flies


In a swift white line
On black space

A brushstroke
Signifying absence


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		<title>WIND FIRE</title>
				
		<link>https://lecomte.cargo.site/WIND-FIRE</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2019 22:03:50 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>R. Gilbert-Lecomte — Cargo Example Site</dc:creator>

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		<description>WIND FIRE
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March 21, 2021Language: EnglishISBN-10: 0882681281ISBN-13: 978-0882681283Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces
They say when there was no
Such thing as time or place


The wind lived by itself
Whirling in empty space


To fill a hungry heart
Unborn with sighs until


From rubbing wind on wind
Out of the twirling gyre


There shot a golden dot
A point of flame a fire
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		<title>TO THE NORTH WIND</title>
				
		<link>https://lecomte.cargo.site/TO-THE-NORTH-WIND</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2019 22:05:16 +0000</pubDate>

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	March 21, 2021Language: EnglishISBN-10: 0882681281ISBN-13: 978-0882681283Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces

	
Alive yet not alive you crawl in stone
Prisoner of an air castle
Lover in a dream
Crushed in advance
By the heavy heavy
Marble anchor of the
Death you have been howling for for a hundred centuries
In the ravages and corpses you embody
Alert scarecrow wicket in the north wind
Giddily dancing in a cold sweat
On a footing of slippery air where your weight is the weight of fear

A bunt heart empty of blood and woe
Caught in frozen air
At the stony edge of space
Sealed for eternity in the crystal icebox of the sky.



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		<title>THE MYSTIC EGG</title>
				
		<link>https://lecomte.cargo.site/THE-MYSTIC-EGG</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2019 22:05:19 +0000</pubDate>

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	March 21, 2021Language: EnglishISBN-10: 0882681281ISBN-13: 978-0882681283Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces
	
... And when the cycle of his sufferings ended
From an Antarctic refuge he ascended
Into the cold nude beauty of the night
Expanding, full of holes, immense yet ligh 

So light that he was almost immaterial
Though strangely fluid—he could feel the soft
Rolling of earth that ghost ship in the ethereal
Abyss—then cometlike he shot aloft

And grew still more until swallowing up
Whole galaxies and universes he
Usurped the being of infinity,—
At that moment reality went pop

And in the distance suddenly he saw
The one whose dreaming is eternal law
Whose utterance fecund in the dark of night
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Is a giant Egg of violet light!


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