FlangerAuthor(s): Joel CraigSource: The Iowa Review, Vol. 35, No. 1 (Spring, 2005), p. 24Published by: University of IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20151970 .

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JOEL CRAIG

Plonger

The processes of the artist are mysterious and no man can explain.

The longer you peer into the moonlit oceans

the more profound seem their depths.

There is something supreme too?terrifying, dreamlike events.

Physicists consequently block the entrance.

His career on the whole was uneventful. Smiling who were his warm friends in a manner

of deep congratulation, perfectly innocent,

legitimate.

That is the real accusation against the times we live in.

But I prolong the lugubrious note unduly. There is no

rich person apparently. I'm sure proper measurement was taken. One

remains on the telephone.

You are right with the aid of science in the theatrical world.

When I get to Europe I can attempt my theory cure my pains with an application of pure color. Tones of carrot or carroty rust.

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