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atlantes“An excellent answer, by the dog, Hippias; and such a one as cannot fail of being applauded. Shall I then, in answering thus, have answered the question asked me? and that so well as to not be refuted?” [Text apparently intended to accompany this image discovered nearly by accident on page 153 of “Plato: On the Beautiful,” from Readings in Philosophy, Randall, Buchler & Shirk, eds., Barnes & Noble, New York, 1950, reprinted 1961, a book previously owned by Patricia Flood, signed and dated 10-20-62 and purchased, as she notes, at Scrantom’s in Rochester. Original price $1.95. Repurchased by me, significantly later, probably at a tag sale, who knows where, perhaps from Patricia herself, fifteen cents. To find out whatever happened to Scrantom’s, click here.]

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ashur2Ah, but it seems so obvious, placing the sky god at the pinnacle. Even with their flounced skirts and chic facial hair, the Assyrians were far too literal. Let’s hear from the ant god, the worm god, the warrior king of the snail. Put the periwinkle god at the center of your winged disc. That would be worth considering.

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artemia2I hear the mermaids singing, rolled in their mystic crypts, their dry bones dreaming of saltwater and light. They are singing to me, Tom Eliot. When the band strikes up, they answer it, they refute it with no voice. Predicate, not yet hatched, ever-turning toward being, they sleep inside your red rocks, and though the crowd roars and coins are thrown on the floor, they will not say what they mean.