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El Zahir

Words submitted by Howard Des Chenes

These words come from Jorge Luis Borges’ short story entitled El Zahir. For this I imagined a coin that flips forever. When asked where the words came from, Howard quoted Borges:

Money is abstract, I repeated; money is the future tense. It can be an evening in the suburbs, or music by Brahms; it can be maps, or chess, or coffee; it can be the words of Epictetus teaching us to despise gold; it is a Proteus more versatile than the one on the isle of Pharos.

You do not need to leave your room...

Words submitted by Amy Stein

These words were written by Franz Kafka. I read them and looked around.

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

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Words submitted by Oliver Wasow

LeonineLeonine

Word submitted by Eric Rickert

A self loathing narcissist in a forest of mirrors.A self loathing narcissist in a forest of mirrors.A self loathing narcissist in a forest of mirrors.A self loathing narcissist in a forest of mirrors.

Words submitted by Oliver Wasow

Enlightenment

Word submitted by Saleem Kamandy

Found as-is on the sidewalk in the West Village.

I take all the loneliness I can get.

Words submitted anonymously.

Words submitted by Howard Des Chenes

These words are a reference to a poem by Rumi. His ‘Egypt that doesn’t exist’ makes me think of the creative process and the role of someone who is compelled to create. Heart and imagination are the only ways to get to this ‘Egypt’ and, in this case, why not go there on a paper airplane?

An Egypt That Doesn’t Exist:

I want to say words that flame
as I say them, but I keep quiet and don’t try
to make both worlds fit in one mouthful.

I keep secret in myself an Egypt
that doesn’t exist.
Is that good or bad? I don’t know.

For years I gave away sexual love
with my eyes. Now I don’t.
I’m not in any one place. I don’t have a name
for what I give away. Whatever Shams
gave, that you can have from me.

Word submitted by Eric Rickert

The teapot with two handles.

Akimbo

Word submitted by Peter Ross

Bed Head

Word submitted by Lupus Garrett Lupus

I take all the loneliness I can get.I take all the loneliness I can get.I take all the loneliness I can get.I take all the loneliness I can get.I take all the loneliness I can get.I take all the loneliness I can get.

Words submitted anonymously.