this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ponder
“My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent and he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets. He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals.”
–
Frank O’Hara
,
from “In Memory of My Feelings”
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