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David Schloss The Values of Antiquity Like the first wild horses, borne from the seas, not knowing how someday they would be broken, he asks her name, her date of birth, he says, so they can collaborate past confusion. "But what's the point of even going out," she thinks, "to the heart's park? It's flaming red, but that's not why I'd want to take a boat and float around the mirror-lake instead." She knows the cock crows twice: he's not above twisting friendship once everything's changed; he'd leave the party with her, h is latest love, or leave her there alone, completely estranged ... If his audience seems too insecure, and proves it to him by laughing out loud, (as if she didn't get his jokes long before he's beaten every line into the ground), unlike some other artists, he'd create a masterpiece of pent up energies in one short space of time, thus giving back to her what she has lacked, fond memories. Thinking it's more desirable to fail to commit slow suicide successfully, they're brash, assuming that they'll fail to fallyet, might be proven wrong, romantically.

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Fugue 31 - Summer/Fall 2006 (No. 31)  

The Literary Digest of the University of Idaho

Fugue 31 - Summer/Fall 2006 (No. 31)  

The Literary Digest of the University of Idaho