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For
readers whose Mirrorussian is rusty:
BEWARE THE RETROGRADE, THE FALLING BLUR,
NULL SWIRLS AROUND RETURN IN SHADOWPLAY
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©,
Acknowledgments
The
Author
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frakturs
Old German type resembling daggers and barbed wire, or beautiful gothic
furniture, as in:

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gust...Twelve trees...in a row
Mortar and apostles. See note to line 405.  |
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instar
From the Latin word for image; a stage of an insect or other arthropod
between molts; an individual in such a stage. (The word also means to
stud with stars.)
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moved into a rude square...Red's pawn structure
Chess with human pieces. See note to line 727.

In
Karl Marx's only recorded game, he opened with the Muzio Gambit--daring,
indifferent to loss of pieces, now seldom used.
Russian champion Boris Spassky said this after his 1972 loss to American
champion Bobby Fischer (as quoted in Brad Darrach, Bobby Fischer vs.
the Rest of the World, New York, Stein and Day, 1974):
"I
do not know which is more bad, the match or after the match. In a long
match a player shall go very deep into himself, like a diver. Then very
fast he comes up. Every time, win or lose, I am so depressed I want
to die. I cannot get back in touch with other people. I want the other
chess player. I miss him.
"I have played many long match. But this is first for Bobby. It will
be for him a hard time. Now he feels like a god. He thinks all problems
are over--he will have many friends, people will love him, history will
obey him. But is not so. In these high places is very cold, very lonely.
Soon will come depression. I like him, and I am afraid what will happen
to him now."
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Quoins
ratcheted. The chase of the lake locked up.
Quoins are the metal mechanisms that, when inserted and turned with a key,
lock up blocks of handset type in a chase, a rectangular steel frame that
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"Economics...life"
Can materialists live by bread alone?
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an
ikon makes a handy pot-lid
See the following passage from the famous 1847 letter of Vissarion Gregorievich
Belinski (1811-1848) to Nicholas Vassilievich Gogol (1809-1852), the possession
of a copy of which in Russia at that time was punishable by hard labor
in Siberia:
Isn't
the priest in Russia the representative to all Russians of gluttony,
miserliness, servility, shamelessness? And apparently you don't know
all this? Strange! According to you the Russian folk is the most religious
in the world--which is a lie! The basis of religion is piety, reverence,
fear of God. But the Russian utters the name of God even as he scratches
himself...he says of a holy image: If it works, pray before it; if it
don't work, use it for a pot cover.
(Translation by Bernard Gilbert Guerney.)
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solitarium
Any lonely room--especially a companionless bedroom furnished with an
alonebed. More especially, late. Lying awake, I thought of many solitary
configurations: the parked cars, locked on the street outside. Frost forming
on the still bell atop a tower nearby--some time ago I had heard it toll
a solitary hour: one. Dark blurs of furniture.
Though in exile only for a night or two, I couldn't adapt to a borrowed
room. A radio played in and out of hearing, tinnily, from someone's car
or house far down the block. A window framed a section of lawn and street:
no tracks crossed the thin layer of snow.
The distant bell was still. Still. Had I imagined it? (Once I had dreamed
of not being able to sleep, and awakened exhausted.) I missed hearing
city traffic pass like surf, floating sleep. No radio. I listened to the
sharpened tick of the clock.
(See lines 317-326).

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Cayuga
or Ladoga?
Cayuga Lake, named for one of the five Nations of the Iroquois, is the longest
of the Finger Lakes in upstate New York; Cornell University is on its shore.
Cayuga is 38 miles long and a mile to 3.5 miles wide. Lake Ladoga, the largest
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arbitrary
If languages are "organic systems produced by the conscious and unconscious
use of many people over long periods of time," and not "like philosophical
systems, mere constructions"--then evolutionary concepts apply better
than reductionist linguistics. According to a murky Xerox (the precise
attribution has slanted off at the bottom, after first irrupting in a
gray glow) "No organic system excludes the arbitrary, the sport, the chance
mutation; in fact, it is upon precisely those things that evolution depends."
(See
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Halations
The glowing, blurring light seen around the edges of backlit things. A faulty
streetlight shivered down the block (otherwise dark except the light that
came from snow). The clock turned out to be a bathroom faucet, dripping
wet seconds onto the pitted rim of a drain.
I could not get comfortable. The sheets were rough with starch. The pain
in my neck was equally hard to place and to avoid, the counterpane at once
too heavy and too thin, and the pillows had mastered adversarial geometry.
Petty things, caught in the lights of some inescapable mental state, can
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