Like particularly the final three lines, Doug. That sense of niggling presence.
Bill
On 30/07/2015, at 1:59 AM, Douglas Barbour wrote:
> (for Dennis Cooley)
>
> to be at play
> a ploy a
> gain against
> the merest entropy
>
> of near acquaintance
> with the slow loss
> of friends the nearly
> unseen encroachments
> of time passed
> & pissing
> into a wind keeps blowing
> hardly felt yet
> consistently in your hair
>
> Douglas Barbour
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>
> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress).
> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
>
> Done in by creation itself.
>
> I mean the gods. Not us. Well us too.
> The gods moved into books. Who wrote the books?
> We wrote the books. In whose dream, then are we dreaming?
>
> Robert Kroetsch.
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