cold wax intelligence woke later reference mark. a bridge in Brooklyn. you could see it growing as an idea, until church is stupider than ever. looks frantic to farm. a collapse of popular vote into the smallest area. people are beginning to stop beginning. the city is effervescent, and the Bridge continues. was language in Hart Crane’s mind or somewhere else? the trick of native centuries, in which poetry and the like have almost thrived. and the piece that remains in discussion. who’s going to stop?