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               It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: 
              dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free, 
              drawn from the cold hard mouth 
              of the world 
              Elizabeth Bishop 
              “At the Fishhouses”  | 
           
         
        
       
      
        
         
          
        
      
        
      
      
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      Previous Endnotes: 
      
      A Local Habitation and
      A Name, Vol. 5, No. 1 
      The Blank Page, Vol. 4, No. 4 
      The Poem of the Grand
      Inquisitor, Vol. 4, No. 3 
      On the Marionette
      Theater, Vol. 4, Nos. 1/2 
      The Double, Vol. 3, No. 4 
      Folly, Love, St.
      Augustine, Vol. 3, No. 3 
      On Memory, Vol. 3, No. 2 
      Passion, Vol. 3, No. 1 
      A Flea, Vol. 2, No. 4 
      On Love, Vol. 2, No. 3 
      Fantastic Design, with
      Nooses, Vol. 2, No. 1 
      Kundera’s Music
      Teacher, Vol. 1, No. 4 
      The Devil’s Dictionary; Economics for
      Poets, Vol. 1, No. 3 
      Hecuba in New York;
      Déformation Professionnelle, Vol. 1, No. 2 
      Art, Capitalist Relations, and Publishing on the
      Web, Vol. 1, No. 1 
      
        
        
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