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I met with Camillo at his home in Queens. He told me that his poetry is aural: more sonic than about anything else. He always tries to escape meaning, even if he knows that "meaning sleeps through the cracks".
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I met with Camillo at his home in Queens. He told me that his poetry is aural: more sonic than about anything else. He always tries to escape meaning, even if he knows that "meaning sleeps through the cracks".