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<h1>Zk | Nothing of import.</h1>
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<p>I received a package today: Pharmako/dynamis came. Pharmako/gnosis is all that's left.
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<h3 align="center">NIGREDO: A TURN OF DARKENING</h3>
<p align="center">~*~</p>
Start from where you are.
Saturnian verses, step zero.</p>
<p>Let's try to get this right from the beginning.</p>
<p><em>Fat chance.</em></p>
<p>Writing versus research, a metaphor there. Which do you do?</p>
<p><em>Some of both. That is surely the poison path. It's all about the dosage</em></p>
<p>The research is the lunar medicine: visionary exploration and dreaming dreams. But the lunar medicine needs a substrate, a sounding board--</p>
<p><em>maybe
    a printing press, a green house, a micrometer,
    a phenethylamine backbone, a classroom of students.</em></p>
<p>Something for the medicine to work upon: the substrate is the solar medicine.</p>
<p><em>a stack of books debating like a council of citizens
    a council of citizens fermenting like a barrel of wine
    a barrel of wine dreaming like a rack of dresses
    a rack of dresses dangling like a toolbelt
    a toolbelt smiling like a scalpel
    a scalpel dropping like a line of hooks
    a line of hooks disappearing like a revolution
    a revolution breathing like a forest</p>
<p>like a palette of colors, or a waiting laboratory,
    or maybe a kitchen, or just a pad of paper,</p>
<p>an equation condensing like a poem,
    a poem listening like a guitar,
    a guitar resonating like a stack of books.</em>
<em>¡Basta! señor.</em> As the man said. Enough.</p>
<p>It is clear that the poison path has to do with a certain excess. Hyperbole: what is the alternative to dying a thousand deaths?</p>
<p><em>Madness!&lt;/em</p>
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