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I just gave a talk/reading on
the work that I did during my sabbatical in 2010 to
2011, which was intended to
finish my second book of poetry.
I still haven't quite finished it, but the subject matter
changed a lot based on some
events in my life which changed a lot and so I'm
finally here to come read some of the poems from the work and talk about it.
It goes like this: When it happens they say
you are always the stunned baffoon, the only one who wasn't listening
in the huge room, on whose walls the scenes of what
passed for your life were bleeding out, were actually long
gone mirages in reverse.