- How would you like to die?
- What is it like to be alive?
- Where would you want to sing?
- Why do you want to know?
- Whom will you embrace as the sky is rent?
- Has the burnt sienna cooled yet?
- Do the words echo in your veins?
- Have you questioned having?
- Am I blue (a muted cobalt just south of Antwerp)?
- Would you if you could without getting caught or punished?
- With whom will you dive, sail, skim, [note serial comma] or float?
- Against what odds or flesh will you melt?
- Who remembers that nameless electric thrill?
- If not here and now, where and when?
- Should there be a law, any law?
- That being said, what is silence?
- Could the waves just stop?
- Which inaugural color will you wear, and what language will ban it?
- Is keeping score against the rules?
- In the end, can you call it a day or something else, i.e., some unit of time or space or imagination or pendulum-swinging suggestion or somnambulism?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
twenty interrogastories
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