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ALT Celestial Estrangement by Philip Lamantia We have been carried here against our will Burnt stars Oceanic gardens where the clouds are soaked into my eyes How much sand floats in the teacup of your dreams The rivers you perceive are those of horses they carry red water the odor of imperishable sweat putrescent human bellies stuffed with revolvers and nuns At the top of the tower where hounds part with a pool of water where one comes only with a flaming lance where there is no escaping the pain of a horse’s kick where toy dolls are nailed to the beds where lovers suck their bodies dry as harp strings are plucked away in this hermit world of old gunny sacks and broken heads we encounter tons of wingless birds

ALT "Samurai Song" by Robert Pinsky: When I had no roof I made Audacity my roof. When I had No supper my eyes dined. When I had no eyes I listened. When I had no ears I thought. When I had no thought I waited. When I had no father I made Care my father. When I had No mother I embraced order. When I had no friend I made Quiet my friend. When I had no Enemy I opposed my body. When I had no temple I made My voice my temple. I have No priest, my tongue is my choir.

ALT is displayed as follows: Graceful son of Pan! Around your forehead crowned with small flowers and berries, your eyes, precious spheres, are moving. Spotted with brownish wine lees, your cheeks grow hollow. Your fangs are gleaming. Your chest is like a lyre, jingling sounds circulate between your blond arms. Your heart beats in that belly where the double sex sleeps. Walk at night, gently moving that thigh, that second thigh and that left leg.








































