Like this,Doug, the sense that the work is moving into an unfamiliar space
from your former materials.
Stephen V
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
> The Stranger walked slowly into his eyes
> worked slowly into the resistant mind
> continually resisting The Stranger kind
> in our midst to dispose of such all the lies
>
> told stranger than fiction a faction
> a factor in decisions made the fade
> toward empty existence made
> essential only in crap shoot action
>
> elsewhere how else explain
> how The Stranger strides out
> of each page of unfelt doubt
> larger than ever seen in plain
>
> sight situational substantial
> less loss all too existential
>
> Douglas Barbour
> Wednesday September 20 2006
>
> Douglas Barbour
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>
> Latest book: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
> http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
>
> Where philosophy stops, poetry is impelled to begin. He was
> a man, far away from home, biting his nails at destiny.
>
> Susan Howe
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