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July reading

Finished:

Language as Bodily Practice in Early China, Jane Geaney (scholarly work)
Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz
Into Each Room We Enter, Charif Shanahan
Or to Begin Again, Ann Lauterbach 
Eating in the Underworld, Rachel Zucker 
Archaeophonics, Peter Gizzi
Schizophrene, Bhanu Kapil 
No Matter, Jana Prikryl 

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