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The Past Undetonated[1]

Having Misplaced the Past[2]

Nothing is Stale so Long as Yesterday’s Surprise[3]

Visiting Angels Counsel our Poets to Abandon their Past[4]

All of our Yesterdays have Lighted Fools the way to Dusty Death[5]

The Past Disposes of us with Blind Indifference – and once it has moved those

Fragments of itself and of us – it doesn’t bother afterwards how we Spend them[6]

The Myriad Past, it Enters us and Disappears Except that Within it Some-

Where, like Diamonds, Exist the Fragments that Refuse to be Consumed[7]

Those who Cannot Forget the Past are Destined to Remix it[8]

Instead of Possibilities – I have Realities in my Past[9]

Change the Past into your own, Better Likeness[10]

[1] Philip Roth, American Pastoral

[2] Anne Sexton, The Twelve Dancing Princesses

[3] Emily Dickinson, The Riddle We Can Guess

[4] Mahmoud Darwish tr. Munir Akash & Carolyn Forché, Mural

[5] William Shakespeare, Macbeth

[6] Italo Calvino tr. William Weaver, Meiosis

[7] Denise Levertov, ‘The Myriad Past

[8] Evie Shockley, Duck, Duck, Redux

[9] Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning

[10] Czeslaw Milosz tr. Czeslaw Milosz, Child of Europe

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