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James and Falling

I tried to copy and paste a paragraph from Marlon’s James text. It’s the paragraph where the speaker is speaking of his murder, of being pushed from a building. The passage is imbued with desperation. I was impressed how it filled with me anxiety. I liked how he described the impact of the fall. When I tried to paste the paragraph, each letter was given its own line: allowing me to see the author’s deadly drop. Although I am not always a fan of concrete poetry I thought it was a special coincidence. This is what it looks like:  

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  1. I'm actually enjoy some executions of concrete poetry and find this copy-paste situation to be an interesting coincidence given the content. The formatting is obviously unplanned which probably explains my inability to read the passage comfortably. I actually found myself tilting my head sideways, as if it would help alleviate the uneasiness I felt when reaching the part about "fighting with air". The experience ended up being visceral even though I didn't make it to the end.
    Thank you for sharing Elizabeth.

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