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What's New Logging Time: East by West - West by East After Rauschenberg: A Retrospective He wriggles up from the center of a pale white flower & chortles & writhes & thrusts out his tongue & shakes his furious head & rises & leans out over his world of rock & dried nettles - he & his well lubricated band scout these exhausted zones - call down rain to lengthen streams & rivers - to fill these placid lakes & the enormous ocean with all manner of squirming creatures & fish & sleek mammals & when they've finished they search for the likes of me & those of us who have lost their grip or a lover & here they jolt the weak & depressed back to life & return to the desert & contemplate again the cycle of birth & death & rebirth & wait for the next dry season & those who wander alone...
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