Lewis Freedman

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Am Perhaps Yet maps the virtue of being a subject projected onto what moves beyond the thing we can’t stop puzzling. It’s all an arrangement with the capsized eternal, with the capsism we wouldn’t be foregoing if it weren’t already a foregone site of substitution. The next thing that moved in turned out to say it looked a lot like you. Your response, thought up a decade too late, was an elaborate memory of the mobile in your crib, its particular images, the patterns of its kaleidoscopic, rorshach-like rotation.

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Lewis Freedman is the author of Residual Synonyms for the Name of God (Ugly Duckling Presse), Hold the Blue Orb, Baby (Well Greased), and other texts. He is a student of the dynamics of conversation and also of interpersonal awkwardness.