bend of bay

more than words

    Saturday, July 4, 11:10 am

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    bend of bay features a changing selection of prose, poetry, images and other projects. It takes its name from the opening line of Finnegans Wake by James Joyce:

    riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

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    “How far my efforts agree with those of other philosophers I will not decide. Indeed what I have here written makes no claim to novelty in points of detail; and therefore I give no sources, because it is indifferent to me whether what I have thought has already been thought before me by another.”

    - Ludwig Wittgenstein


    Did you tell, Marcel

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'moments'

The Next Place

Every day means
we’re going to be next
the next place
instantly killing a teacher
a couple of hours later,
wearing a camouflage-netted helmet
conversations about how night fell.
Helicopter gunships devastated
the headquarters police,
the presidential security forces,
the navy, and a maintenance man.
They struck taking certain steps toward openness.
This difficult incident,
several young children.
Schoolgirls have no legs.
No place to hide.
They are for the next place
and the next place.

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After #712 (for E.D.)

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground – 
The Roof was scarcely visible – 
The Cornice – in the Ground – 


When is Emily going to
see
how
the light of day will
lead


her quickly, along the low
road
and
straight on to my house
where


we have dinner waiting for
her,
growing
colder while we await her
return.

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She Sang

She sang in long thin lines.

Sang to her mother,

In long thin lines.

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Late Picasso

Others stand watching me
watching them

Other stand watching me
watching them

I believe in
reincarnation
because I have to

I believe in
reincarnation
in order to live.

The drawings are most impressive.
Are those prostitutes?

Watch me watching them

I believe in reincarnation because otherwise there is no reason to live.

More to do.

There is no other place I would rather be.
Things we come across – this is the only place to be – the only place anyone should ever wish or want to be.

I believe in reincarnation because I have to.
I believe in reincarnation,
to be in this best place to be
&
Picasso

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Ensure to Drink [nutrient supplement]

I was given no solid food during the first two or three weeks, while sitting on the chair. I was only given Ensure and water to drink. At first the Ensure made me vomit, but this became less with time.


Main Elements of the  Program

Arrest and Transfer

Continuous Solitary Confinement and Incommunicado Detention

Other Methods of Ill-treatment


Suffocation by water
Prolonged Stress Standing
Beatings by use of a collar
Beating and kicking
Confinement in a box
Prolonged nudity
Sleep deprivation and use of loud music
Exposure to cold temperature/cold water
Prolonged use of handcuffs and shackles
Threats
Forced shaving
Deprivation/restricted provision of solid food

Further elements of the detention regime

Ensure a nutrient supplement.

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Las Meninas

I am the boy’s father.

The girl’s aunt -

The painter is not to be paid

for such monstrosity


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Southern Run

thursday

The attack began Thursday AM local time. Tomahawk cruise missiles carrying conventional warheads were launched from U.S. Navy battleships.

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Saltline

saltline

Salt line. V-Speed. The two are similar. Fish can’t cross the salt line and survive. A pilot can’t abort takeoff after reaching V-Speed. V-Speed can be calculated. The salt line can be estimated. But not by fish.

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pursued by bears

“If you live without Shakespeare, Chaucer is some consolation.”

pursued by bears takes its name from a stage direction by William Shakespeare. See: The Winter’s Tale, Act III, Scene III. 

Visit pursued by bears…

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On The Bench

Then two remained with not much to say, with not much to say at all. They sat together, day after day, sometimes side by side and sometimes across from one another, day after day, with nothing much to say, nothing much to say at all. Still they spoke, spoke to one another, spoke day after day. It passed the time. Confirmed each to the other that the other was alive, each to the other. They sat together, and spoke, and heard. They sat and spoke and heard. They sat and spoke and heard and so are content.

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In the United States (fibrous (scar) tissue)

In the United States, the most common identifiable cause of dilated cardiomyopathy is extensive coronary artery disease. Such coronary artery disease results in an inadequate blood supply to the heart muscle, which leads to permanent injury and death of heart muscle. As a result, the heart cannot pump as forcefully. The dead heart muscle is replaced by fibrous (scar) tissue. The remaining uninjured heart muscle then stretches and thickens (hypertrophies) to compensate for the lost pumping action. The more the heart muscle is stretched, the more forcefully it contracts or pumps but only up to a point. After that point, the stretching and thickening do not adequately compensate, and dilated cardiomyopathy with heart failure develops which leads to permanent injury and death of heart muscle. As a result, the heart cannot pump as forcefully. The dead heart muscle is replaced by fibrous (scar) tissue. The remaining uninjured heart muscle then stretches and thickens (hypertrophies) to compensate for the lost pumping action. The more the heart muscle is stretched, the more permanent injury and death of heart muscle. As a result, the heart cannot pump as forcefully. The dead heart muscle is replaced by fibrous (scar) tissue. The remaining uninjured heart muscle then stretches and the most common identifiable cause is extensive artery disease to compensate for the lost pumping action.

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Mick

Mick there, falling. Standing on the railing, then falling. Arms out, deep breath, hold it, holding it. Raising his head and closing his eyes, squeezing them shut tight. Rocking. Letting his body drift forward. Maybe having second thoughts just a little too late, arching his back to regain his balance but it is too late and he slips from the railing. Cars passed behind him. Headlights sometimes struck him as he stood, then fell over. Such a long way down. Silence. Wind in his ear. Then a crack when he hit the surface. Probably didn’t mean to do it, didn’t really mean to do it. A dare. Meant to stop himself, wanted to stop. Mick on the rocks. The same thing. Falling forward then tucking himself into a ball as he fell to make a bigger splash. Cannonball. Jackknife. Let’s have a splashing contest. He hit the water with a thunk and the spray shot straight toward them. Mick had good aim. His jackknife was the best. He always hit the water at just the right angle and got you even when you were thirty feet away. His intention on the bridge. Cars on the bridge. None stopped, saw him fall.

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Mill Road

Develop a rhythm.

When to inhale, when to exhale.

Can you count?

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War Plan (after Ezra Pound)

She had a nation shaped scar.

He wanted to color it in.

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Pittsburgh (My Lai)

Beneath a downtown bridge the bottle rolls into the Monongahela watched by two who having spent the day fishing shoot rats and cans with a 22.

There were three platoons. They drove from coast to coast working in kitchens, carnivals and shelters.

The van broke down. They met a man with money and jokes and food.

They fought over the bottle.

She said he had two kids somewhere. Maybe we should tell them he is dead.

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