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This is not work
but a kind of workmanship.
First out of paper, then from the body.
To provoke thought into form,
molded according to a measure.
I think of a tailor
who is his own fabric.
--
"Homage to Valerio Magrelli" (After the Italian of Valerio Magrelli), vi

 

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