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- Notes on Psychiatry
- Notes on writing
- The letting out of suppressed emotion
- My brother was a farmer once, but he's in the army...
- The weight of arbitrary power rationalizing itself
- The search for intelligent life
- Notes on reality
- Notes on pornography
- Gramsci
- Post- imaginative listeners
- Contaminated by the pathologies of capitalism
- The Forgotten- by Sue coe
- Commodity fetishism is the distinguishing mark of ...
- Not a poem about belly buttons
- Statement of class war
- Notes on art and destruction
- One of those flowers named poet
- The clay head has grown horns
- Value chances when they come your way
- Experiments with form
- Distillation of Note Book Two( continues)
- .....where love is a chemical process
- How shooting stars are made
- Confused, desired; Poor wild today!
- The Ten Components (made a false measure).....
- Part of the zero
- A novel without points: Return of a freak body.
- Chick peas and vegetables in spicy peanut sauce
- Emile Zola and the act of engagement
- The mysterious nothingness of money
- Distillation of notebook two (1984)
- Grit your teeth in the face of the gale
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