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After the words stopped their dances, some other noise, not exactly poetry, not exactly music, filled the air. It was a kind of clawing sound: as if the words themselves were shimmying up a brick vine-covered edifice whose structure the people sensed but could not see.

Peggy Phelan -Mourning Sex: Performing Public Memories

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