Fontegaia. A fountain in Siena. Poetry, a sort of welling-up, a swelling. In Mandelstam's term (from biology?) a "salience". You have to provide a little space (of silence) around that salience in order to hear it properly. Poetry is the nipple on the breast of the mother-tongue (got that?). The Milky Way.

Latta, right, I just realized. Milk-Man. (see photo at the end of today's post there)

MLK Day coming (or Melchizedek)

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