Doug, delicately rendered amid the richness. Thanks for a fine piece
articulating the distinctive kinds of quiet.
On Wed, May 31, 2017 at 7:58 AM, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> storm blown wind gusts
> petals against the windows
>
> white red a magic carpet
> fallen at our feet
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> the mind leaves float
> chaotic no ideas
>
> but in thin gouache
> the colour meld mould
>
> an other way of seeing
> being present in the suddenly quiet now
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>
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> Douglas Barbour
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> https://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/
>
> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuations
> 2 (UofAPress).
> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
> Listen. If (UofAPress):
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>
> I go down to the Twilight Arcade
> and watch the Martian invaders,
> already appalled by our language,
> pointing at what they want.
>
> Bill Manhire
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