Now this is getting really interesting,... & fun...
Thanks for that, Edmund.
Doug
On 10-May-06, at 10:44 AM, Edmund Hardy wrote:
> All the years the people were gone, I cursed art.
> "Lyric I" was searching for everyone else
> though, all forgiven when the roses
> keep you so busy, turning locks on burning air!
> What mountains, what deserts, who cares?
> "I wrung my heart" like a sheet on the line
> but it still got covered in blood;
> sick of depth, the reader surfaces
> and sings "I want to be where the people
> are" while the lyric buzzes "people
> are". A historicizing arrow, "the wounded fall,
> as ever, in the direction of their wound."
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