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Dec 2021
T.S. Eliot: "Last year's words belong to last year's languages and next year's words await another voice.”


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exactly.  

the old words are salty, unexpectedly coarse, unrefined and unsuitable for staying and surely not for going. The words are stamped with an expiration date.  

the evening is calendar-redlined, wobbly but outlined & finite, but the words are resisted, non- transferable. Stale.  

and I drink and wonder whose voice, with  artifice of a new vocabulary, all next year’s words, will bid me farewell and will I understand the spoken sounds of a new long division






Dec 31, 2021 4:07 PM
Nat Lipstadt
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Nat Lipstadt  120/M/nyc
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