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DIPTYCH

DIPTYCH Common Knowledge 14:1 DOI 10.1215/0961754X-2007-037 © 2008 by Duke University Press At dusk, my spectacles are taken from me and I sleep. Even my dreams are guarded. The wind in the cedars sounds like the sea. In a fortress built to hold six hundred men, I, the only inmate, am awakened at six a.m., clean my cell and walk a solitary path through the wooded grounds. Who am I? What did I do wrong? The men who guard me do not speak. Ilse comes. We speak through glass. At dusk, my spectacles are taken from me and I sleep. COmmON KNOwlEDgE The annual Martin Luther King Day sale, the schools we named for him, the big to do’s? There comes a time when honor is betrayal. Whoever wins, it is the rich prevail, in Nam and here at home, the poor who lose, and is their sacrifice to no avail? Said Martin Luther King, whose words we hail from helipads in Babylon. Vast views of ruins in ruin recall an old betrayal. He stood with Jesse Jackson at the rail Touching his death, and certain troubling clues, the truth came out in courtto what avail? Blue plastics maim, http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Common Knowledge Duke University Press

DIPTYCH

Randall, Belle
Common Knowledge , Volume 14 (1) – Jan 1, 2008
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10.1215/0961754X-2007-037
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Common Knowledge 14:1 DOI 10.1215/0961754X-2007-037 © 2008 by Duke University Press At dusk, my spectacles are taken from me and I sleep. Even my dreams are guarded. The wind in the cedars sounds like the sea. In a fortress built to hold six hundred men, I, the only inmate, am awakened at six a.m., clean my cell and walk a solitary path through the wooded grounds. Who am I? What did I do wrong? The men who guard me do not speak. Ilse comes. We speak through glass. At dusk, my spectacles are taken from me and I sleep. COmmON KNOwlEDgE The annual Martin Luther King Day sale, the schools we named for him, the big to do’s? There comes a time when honor is betrayal. Whoever wins, it is the rich prevail, in Nam and here at home, the poor who lose, and is their sacrifice to no avail? Said Martin Luther King, whose words we hail from helipads in Babylon. Vast views of ruins in ruin recall an old betrayal. He stood with Jesse Jackson at the rail Touching his death, and certain troubling clues, the truth came out in courtto what avail? Blue plastics maim,

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