XIII.withdraw to the foyerswe shall stay friendsthe wind blows hair and papers thatcould be skin and humandust the chaff hulls and seeds thathands have released fall dismallyfrom a violent place I sharpenedmy eyes fell on themI can’t explain except thatI’m out of my mindoutside on the thresholdoutside

…doing a keyword search for ‘neoliberal’ books, I am once more struck by the repetition of the two primary angles of approach to the neoliberal episteme. The first claims to have Foucault as inspiration, particularly in light of his genealogical work from the 1970s–so long ago, but not long

XII.bang a gun goes who fires a gunsafety first then pull the triggerchooses to here we arein a classroom you in front of mein front of him her see the kickbackin your eyes before the mortal weightof the piece before the shell report or bulletbefore just saying points at

XI.he is without anystrugglethey sayhe is withoutyet he isyet is heinside ithe is inside his owninsidehe is inside his ownand he has himselfknows his heart his mind is clearhis mind is made up by a maid when he gets out of bedgets off the bed strangling his cockin the