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November 7, 2008 The New School, New York City From the Academy Audio Archive

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Rusty Morrison

 

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I might travel his death a creaking and swaying beneath me stop
there are static expressions freed now and passing along the walls stop
an object isn’t what is hidden but what smiles out from the hiding please

with only the slightest effort I might abandon