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La vache quit rit
& les lapins
qui jouent des
tambours have
little in common
except that Magritte
called this his
vache period &
painted lots of
rabbits—& other
animals—during it.
But, there goes the
neighborhood now
that musicians
have moved in next
door, & everybody
knows, as Leonard
Cohen reminds us,
that musicians fuck
like . . . well, like
rabbits. So, pom 'po,
paradiddle. Pom 'po,
paradise lost. Pon
po pon pon paradox.

My grandfather was
a technician for Ma
Bell. He said, "We are
complacent in our
color attributions. The
only way to receive a
signal is to eliminate the
noise. There are no co-
incidences, merely portals."