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Nicols Mansito III

BlazeVOX [books]
Buffalo, New York

3rd & 7th by Nicols Mansito III Copyright 2009 Published by BlazeVOX [books] All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without the publishers written permission, except for brief quotations in reviews. Printed in the United States of America Book design by Geoffrey Gatza First Edition ISBN: 9780975922743 Library of Congress Control Number 2009925630

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~ Elizabeth Robinsons, Under That Silky Roof (2006), Burning Deck Press

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~ Lawrence Ferlinghettis, A Coney Island of the Mind (1958), 38th printing, New Directions Press

amore Lets love hungry love red gasping under poems the street and the island we stretched parliaments doors Bella surrealistic eye has its as Columbus was a dog Dante a violin I smell various investigations of selected making Molloy his absurdity not wearing life which stands like a naked Dove the winter horse has hitched the last world and I from out of that wilderness leaned love on a God in those difficult houses where masked senators own the gate of the world stilly pictures of Darkies among 1955 poems and paperbooks Coney island mind Coney island phosphorescence Fogliani smelling titles Lawrence is beyond waiting for eternity and I taken walked around Dakota reading Oppen after Praxiteles Walter is not a human not she shows all up they arise into a down upon where we long to seem in sings the fantastic
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~ Walt Whitmans, Leaves of Grass (1855), Penguin Books

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now the discharged move see the GRASS reckoned the discouraged and the cause greedy of this few sent in there are victors and whiteleadworks obedience is something bloody I knew it was Now the fire swimmer contains me and of it distinction is given as trust and house as light set short an over there with might man relates or promulges There ARE subtler winds I know the down of be him achieved looked clear stretched embraces blind contort the friendliness pure

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~ Stephen Dunns, Different Hours (2000), W.W. Norton & Company

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