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In the Breeding Pit of Silence

by Spencer Hanvik

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Plain of Jars Into the dark trees to the left, fly paper emerges from enormous termite nests but with eyes of honey and the list and that green pack of cigarettes… Please just forget us. Please just forget us. Fly papers from red and yellow stick emerge from enormous termite nests, emerging from the early morning stench. Please just forget us. Please just forget us. Into the dark trees to the left, fly paper emerges from enormous termite nests but with eyes of honey and the list and that green pack of cigarettes, emerging from the early morning stench… Please just forget us. Please just forget us.
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Beulah Land 02:50
Beulah Land You on the red cotton, stash of mourning the dead dog in the ditch, birds reading psalms over the rivers and the hills… Somalia on the red cotton, stamp of mourning, oh, Beulah, goddamn. Beulah, Beulah, you got a match? Somalia on the red cotton, stash of mourning the dead dog in the ditch, birds reading psalms over the rivers and the hills, and oh, Beulah, goddamn, oh, Beulah, goddamn, Beulah, Beulah, you got a match?
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In the Breeding Pit of Silence Climbing out from the tomb’s bathhouse to the house of blindness and a dimpled moon, the eastern gate moves clockwise with us Entering the stark sunlight. The eastern gate moves clockwise with us entering the stark sunlight, climbing out from the tomb’s bathhouse to the house of blindness and a dimpled moon. The specter of Los… Los… Los… Spirit tablets like sewer plates In Los Angeles, oh, baby, oh, baby, In our brightening sun? Oh, baby, oh, baby, In our brightening sun? In the starveling winter they should take your book and burn it, put the ashes on their children’s faces. The specter of Los… Los… Los… A water monster with his bowl of lightning shouts, shouts, for the cousins of Lo, oh, baby, oh, baby, in the breeding pit of silence. Simple floursack mask of Talking God, tell us not to fear the sickness in the chest. It is this sickness that will heal us. The specter of Los… Los… Los… A water monster with his bowl of lightning Shouts, shouts, for the cousins of Lo, oh, baby, oh, baby, the specter of Los… Los… Los… Spirit tablets like sewer plates in Los Angeles, oh, baby, oh, baby, in the breeding pit of silence, oh, baby, oh, baby, in the breeding pit of silence, oh, baby, oh, baby, in our brightening sun?
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Song for Dadu An artesian water-gig volunteering in the evening’s mustard: the dustfall of cowflies, stooped and complicated by light— where hungry birds in their least bright aspect reply in generous laughter-like repetitions of flight… it is again the mother night. Small girls in yellow rags are leaving the thousand years of a dry hillside; the earth moves lifting the children into sky, to the poor kitchens of the darkening mountainside where hungry birds in their least bright aspect reply in generous laughter-like repetitions of flight… it is again the mother night. The earth moves lifting the children into sky, to the poor kitchens of the darkening mountain where hungry birds in their least bright aspect reply in generous laughter-like repetitions of flight… it is again the mother night.
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when he woke up he wrote down several lines from his dreaming and offered them

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released June 18, 2013

songs by Spencer Hanvik and Norman Dubie


thanks Jon Weil and Mike Fearless

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