Academic journal article Chicago Review

Song of the Andoumboulou: 31

Academic journal article Chicago Review

Song of the Andoumboulou: 31

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Sound was back. Bukka White sang "Single Man Blues" on the box, renamed it "Ogo's Lament." He and Eronel lay chest to chest, right leg to left... Some we met said they were outmoded, failed andoumboulouous birth brought back to life, trek we resisted they insisted we set out on, what-said hejira, what being said made so...

No what for which to've come, no why, lift we spoke of lost as we spoke, nonsonant last resort. So that all thought was now transitless "it," blunt would-be husk, maculate mask turned iterative tooth, recidivist gum, feasted on scraps laid aside for some ghost. Skeletal he no less than skeletal she filled in from memory. Skeletal they spun by skeletal we, backwardsbending rush... Skeletal stretch, stretched limbs' analogic landscape, backwardswalking vamp's lag-inducted run...

Me not looking at them, them not looking at me, we stood looking out across the wall which held us back. Something unclear was being sung about a man who couldn't feel his toe, something we heard, thought we heard, said his neck had been cut...Nor could we, having stood so long on the tips of our toes, nonsonant stuff the new ledge we walked

Wanted to say of he-and-she-ness it creaks, bit our tongues, we who'd have been done with him and her were we able, each the other's legendary lack, uninevitable he who'd have sooner been she, uninevitable she who'd have sooner been he. …

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