by Ron Silliman (Author), Barrett Watten (Introduction by)
Space heater. Writing gathers around the pigeons. This line leads to Uranus. Nun census. Silver fork upon a chippd blue plate. I saw sleeping bag, pillows in the Buick's back. The companionship of refrigerator's hum. This is beginning I again began not. Salt shaker tall as coffee's mug. Dented Opel's orange fender. Gray dawn.
