Tuesday, March 30, 2010

the famous turkey spends a day of pleasure turning round in an enchanted circle

"Morning trickles over the bruised vegetables"
Hans Arp
"no-one to filet the pyramids"
"a plump breast of black light"
" there's
no-one to wind the compasses & the wheels of wheelbarrows."
"the stones are watery branches."

I want to name my baby Eoin

poetry

read all these guys
PLUS
e.e. cummings (duh!)
pablo neruda
octavio paz

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