Poetics of Lineage
I see the birds. I feel my body, splitting from its spirit, lying in the grass.
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...moreThree quarters of the way through Alex Forman’s multimedia paean to presidential minutiae, Tall, Slim & Erect: Portraits of the Presidents, you hit this candid entry from Harry Truman’s 1947 diary: This great white jail is a hell of a place in which to be alone.
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