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A . R . A M M O N S Periphery One day I complained about the periphery that it was thickets hard to get around in or get around for an older man: it’s like keeping charts of symptoms, every reality a symptom where the ailment’s not nailed down: much knowledge, precise enough, but so multiple it says this man is alive or isn’t: it’s like all of a body answering all of pharmacopoeia, a too adequate relationship: so I complained and said maybe I’d brush deeper and see what was pushing all this periphery, so difficult to make any sense out of, out: with me, decision brings its own hesitation: a symptom, no doubt, but open and meaningless enough without paradigm: but hesitation can be all right, too: I came on a spruce thicket full of elk, gushy snow-weed, nine species of lichen, four pure white rocks and several swatches of verbena near bloom. 20 ❚ The Late 1950s and the 1960s ...

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