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The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction | To Grammatology | Says Architecture's Heart

The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction

is not the new never, not much
unreasonable color.

Not memory's water's
impossible sea.

Sleep, slept, slept.
Sweep, swept, swept.

Stay me.
Stay in me.

Chop this
slaughterhouse logic.

Once is struck
with unimaginable sameness.

Twice is all there is,
is never here.

To Grammatology

Let me lay
quiet
awhile,

lost
at least
in thought.

Let me
unsentence me
to things.

Give me the time
to give me
away

if only like a place
I wanted saved.

Says Architecture's Heart

Aesthetics makes
for a beautiful beating.

Politics won't make
the ugly abstain.

Yes, the senses menace
to seem more the thing

and I, for anyone,
am calling them an altar.



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"The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction," "To Grammatology," and "Says Architecture's Heart" appear in Leave the Room to Itself (Boise: Ahsahta Press, 2003). Copyright © 2003 by Graham Foust. Reprinted with permission from Ahsahta Press.