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Measure for Measure, March 2017

Updated: Aug 2, 2021

Le Fleuve de Héraclite

By Ned Russin

C’est le mien, c’est le mien, c’est le mien Un fleuve coulera en temps Héraclite était un homme mais n’est pas dans la présent

Où est-ce que je serai quand je m’assieds dans l’eau ? Je vais penser en baignant mais le passé est seul un morceau celui je ne dois pas tenir

J’aimerais savoir ma signification dans le monde J’aimerais aimer les derniers et future ans étendentJe suis Héraclite et je suis le mien Le euve de temps C’est le tien

Egg Bread, Twin Braid

By Joelle Milman

To braid a bread begin by moving upwards, melting lines of yeasted dough of meticulous blending

by moving upwards berating the shape of dough of meticulous blending which rises in leavened breaths

creating the shape by the way this works according to form which rises in layered breaths at first, and

the way this works according to form is the second becomes the first, and third becomes the last

the second becomes braided, tug of the yeast at the third becomes the last while moving upward,

braided, each tug of the yeast finishes the line while moving upward; to braid a bread, begin.


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