Ken Edwards, a book with no name

No such thing as repetition
No such thing as repetition. No such thing as repetition there is no such thing as repetition. There is no such thing as repetition. Because. Because when a thing happens. Because when a thing happens for the first time it has not already happened. It has not already happened. It has not already happened when a thing happens for the first time. It has not already happened and when it happens again. When it happens again. And when it happens again it has happened before. There is no such thing as repetition because when a thing happens for the first time it has not already happened. And when it happens again and when it happens again it has happened before. It has happened before. And when it happens again it has happened before so inevitably. It has happened before so it has happened before so inevitably at once. So inevitably at once. So inevitably at once there is a difference. There is a difference. At once there is a difference. There is no such thing as repetition because when a thing happens for the first time it has not already happened and when it happens again it has happened before so inevitably at once there is a difference.
The latest from British poet (and editor/publisher of Reality Street, which recently folded after more than two decades of publishing) Ken Edwards is Where are the animals going
The animals are running. They are running together. The animals are running away. They are all different sizes. Faint steam rises from their bodies. They are not looking at us. Their eyes are fixed on where they are going. They are fleeing but we do not know what they are fleeing or where they are heading. It is a mystery. Scientists have come up with various possible explanations. The animals appear to be scared you can see it in their eyes. They are scared all right. They are all running together in a group or in several groups. They run and run. Are they trying to tell us something? Nobody knows. Nobody knows what they are trying to tell us.