it's nice getting back into it after a bit of a rest. hopefully i'll manage to the end of the month but i've done napo enough now i'm not going to be too upset if i don't!
Drifting, drifting...that's the way it looks on the edges of our civilisation. A drifting, a searching, beyond all the known grounds for an other ground.
from Travels in the Drifting Dawn by Kenneth White
As he travels through the great human desert, this man, this lonely figure endowed with active imagination, has, you may be sure, a higher aim, a more general aim, than that of a mere strolling reporter.
Baudelaire
tutto, in natura, ha una essenza lirica, un destino tragico, una esistenza comica.
santayana
the floating elvis had heard the words the floating elvis had looked out for so long it was time to see the world he was not alone
4 comments:
:-(
i know.
perhaps.
(i bought a small fish the other day and called him Basho! what a coincidence... there will be pics of him on the Bridge soon)
you do.
enjoying catching up with your poems, lots of good stuff and this one I particularly like
it's nice getting back into it after a bit of a rest. hopefully i'll manage to the end of the month but i've done napo enough now i'm not going to be too upset if i don't!
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