a poem for today, 11 January 2012
[a syllable-sorted sonnet of four sentences and its image]
In experiments on subliminal influence, participants are presented with two mirror images of the same picture, asked which they prefer, and are likely to choose the images where a subliminal negative image is flashed up for milliseconds, before they make their choice.
Fuck your ass.
It is not a question of purification through language, but on the contrary of releasing the material in disorder.
The eyes can mislead, a smile can lie, but the shoes always tell the truth.
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