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Aaron McCollough
What to do with the choice left by
what one would never choose,
having already acquiesced
to the routine of preceding days
as instruction for rest.
Become the sound of a door closing
against the quiet morning
and gravel's crisp response to departure,
the modest music slowed and stretched
on a pleasant unseasonable chill.

The hero's way is not here,
but the day remains. It stands
Like a hero's day—must be climbed.
And the choice waits also.
The feelings that pass
like putting on a vest, stand.

The trees, the entire ardent inhuman life
with the gray-washed sky stands
for the music of what to do.
from the book SALMS / University of Iowa Press 
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"I am increasingly persuaded that American Christianity’s embrace of Donald Trump is simply the latest expression of a terrific counter-scandal, effectively another, much more gradual transvaluation of values, whereby the dominant American secular and religious visions have aligned themselves with a cult of progress, the technocratic human image for which power can only mean domination, exploitation, and mastery. The key joke of this era is the one where the man puts a gun to his head, and when his wife starts laughing says to her, 'What’s so funny? You’re next!'" 
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Cover of Mark Leidner's book, Returning the Sword to the Stone

"These poems are concerned with human predominance for hypocrisy and denial, showing us how we are trapped in an act of pretending to be at ease, but mostly knowing deep down that gruesome horror is imminent. To mix my own simile with Leidner’s: the poems are like Joe Pesci and Ray Liotta 'wagging hotdogs at each other—while only watching their own hotdog, hoping that it doesn’t break.'"

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