In a World of Ideas, I Feel No Particular Loyalty traverses the landscape of the midwest. There are airports & snow & words flickering like objects on the ceiling. Every poem is a pivot on becoming. Things are words are unadorned equations. Clay's ontology is a gunnysack of ideas. Ideas are rivers of ice. Rivers are poems. Poems will not keep you like they mean it.
In a World of Ideas, I Feel No Particular Loyalty traverses the landscape of the midwest. There are airports & snow & words flickering like objects on the ceiling. Every poem is a pivot on becoming. Things are words are unadorned equations. Clay's ontology is a gunnysack of ideas. Ideas are rivers of ice. Rivers are poems. Poems will not keep you like they mean it.