[Fragment 83]

A.E.M. Baumann

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      Περὶ Ποιητικῆς . . .

            1   2   3

      Daedalus in Tartarus

            4   5   6

      L'Origine, Salomé I

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      L'Origine, Salomé II

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      The Night Sea Crossing

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      The Garden of Venus

            31

      The Incantations of Isis and
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      Imago Dei

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      The Seven Dreams of Paris

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Wait. Stop. Start it again . . .

And I reach out to the blue box and its buttons.

She sets aside her tea; stands from her lawn chair.

Not yet . . .

And I pause, and wait –

As sneaks are heeled and kicked; the unpurposed belt undone and dropped; as slacks are unclasped and wrested from legs; and panties caught on a thumb come with; and then socks out yogic balance; and then the T wrenched over arms and the fount of hair; and perhaps a thought to keep the shorter camisole but then it too.

Deep into the yard.

A flicked wrist and I start the music.

(And panties caught on a thumb come with, though I am unsure if desired or necessitated or merely happenstance, or even the difference.)

And her feet in small steps counting;

Her hands turning hither, yon, in direction of thoughts passing;

And half- and quarter-committed turns, and lesser feints

(kicks that are not kicks).

(And panties caught in a thumb in an act of non-thought, a decision decisively made though never contemplated; yet in its viewing, a crucial moment, the very cosmos compacted within the tension of a joint and