Sources for The Sphinx Wants Me to Guess.

Jeremy Hight

the Sphinx wants me to guess, the rain wants me to associate the flood asks me to count the stones and sunken headlights the drought calls me to question the fog asks me to remember the snow tells me to forget it all the hurricane screams of the folly of concise measure and to just stop the mudslide whispers of the space of forgetting and the roars of being snapped into attention the ruins call me over to gaze at the depth of incompletion and mutter something quiet and broken there are infinite guesses amongst the maps, directions and the math of things, gaps too, some to break

Dennis LHomme

Sphinx fissuré des Tuileries Sphinx fissuré des Tuileries Le monde irréel n’a pas donné de signe L’ inconnu nous drive et nous on désobéit On veut trouver le centre de gravité

Harold Abramowitz

this story     in their own      tongue horrifying.     And chorus     on the horror of

George Ttoouli

She described a broken collage of black butterfly-angels, flying and hunting, their shadows splaying the white tundra; in the distance an ice palace-pyramid as huge and steep as a mountain, crawled with thousands of these humanoid lepidoptera; and above, in what should have been the sky, a bleak crag of white light poured as if through a hole torn in a cave’s roof. In the last seconds she begged for her life, tossing her head and spilling maggots from the cavity of her eye-socket, then arched sharply as if she had been stabbed below the ribs. excerpt from Parasite via Theodoros Chiotis

Mina Loy

One little whining beast Whose longing Is to slink back to antediluvian burrow And one elastic tentacle of intuition To quiver among the stars excerpt from the poem Human Cylinders via Dimitra Ioannou

Chris Girard

Underground horizon / stick floating marsh of the shaded sky / newborn becomes granite: / debris-like & frozen / parted alongside. @ https://twitter.com/Christop via Dimitra Ioannou

Matina L. Stamatakis

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Mina Loy

Destroy the Universe With a solution excerpt from the poem Human Cylinders via Dimitra Ioannou

Sean Smith

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