Paul Muldoon

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October 07, 2009

  Like the whorl of an out-of-this-world ear that had been lent to an oak-gall wasp by a tenth century Irish monk who would hold out oak-gall ink against the predicament in which he found himself... Like the ever-unfolding trunk of the elephant in the room that gives such a bad vibe it vies with your old hippie girlfriend who once lent such weight to any argument to which you feared she might subscribe, including her insistence we abbreviate our most promising rlshps... Like the scrolled-down tail of a Capuchin monkey drawing on its inner strengths as it hammers short-sighted snail against sho