A million leaves’ kimonos disrobing
—Ange Mlinko (from The Blind See Only This World: Poems for John Wieners)
The Anti-Dumdum protest was meant to be
exclusionary, exclusive. Sometimes class dis
tinctions are full of classlessness, and some
times they’re downright classy. But such dys
function is nothing upon which to dwell,
surmises Del, this morning’s despondent
correspondent. The current miniature
word berg of relevance was on the subject of
of a group in the East Bay who threw a sex
party that somehow acted as a vehement
(and, of course, non-violent, except for those
in the dungeon, who never voted and were just
there for show, as it were) protest against the
hordes of recent horrid government goings-on.
