A self-portrait, perhaps of that old bearded professor’s book not of the author of the printed words but of the messenger’s own private house of lords and common articles precious and pressured to be meant. Is he who marathons’ a thought the writer of the subtext on the sideline? To then parched then dropped dead of then watering words is staining ink as then a last breath to off a human serial a-synchronization of thoughts in the margin. The grammatically abusive lies of syntactic silent crows picking tongues no longer bespoken of standards of stories of strangulated minds, triangulated with les franges du tapis at the shared and fringes of one’s read, thus transparent, existence. Life, life is funny that way. 

—animasuri’22

perverted note-taking of Ishion Hutchinson; Published in the New Yorker print edition of the September 17, 2018, issue.Ishion Hutchinson is the author of the poetry collections “Far District” and “House of Lords and Commons.”https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2018/09/17/the-old-professors-bookand of the email and emailer Dr. WSA