read my poems into a computer
under the burnside bridge saturday market
that didn't help sales just passed the time
like whittling in reverse pouring plaster
in a critter shoeprint
sunlight dozens of yards away
pigeons from food court earthquakes decades away
or in five minutes a heap of 100 ton
concrete nachos it all blows away
not the untitled undid unread unheard
dact the redacted
no price tag that's technique to induce
conversation an obsolete format
not Yuchi or Tuscaroran, Mandan or Witchita,
Demushbo Yurok Livonian or Chinookian,
Untitled was MP Zero
read off typed manuscripts but they were my voice
raze if the new shiny
fits on clouds better just don't expect much
clicking on a vacant Untitled the bitcoin grew over
the graveyard ate the tombstone wrought iron
fence it zapped glaciers until the bridge once shiny
fell in the will a mutt
the virtue plaque looks like celilo just move
the village a few hundred yards
they don't got title nohow
"Language death can also be the explicit goal of government policy. For example, part of the "kill the Indian, save the man" policy of American Indian boarding schools and other measures was to prevent Native Americans from transmitting their native language to the next generation and to punish children who spoke the language of their culture of origin.
As of the 2000s, a total of roughly 7,000 natively spoken languages existed worldwide. Most of these are minor languages in danger of extinction; one estimate published in 2004 expected that some 90% of the currently spoken languages will have become extinct by 2050"
"Gigil, extracted from the Philippines’ Tagalog language,
refers to what psychologists describe as cute aggression:
“[a] feeling so intense that it gives us the irresistible urge to tightly clench our hands, grit our teeth, and
pinch or squeeze
whomever or whatever it is
we find so adorable”.
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