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Kasper - this is a bloody good poem! I think so many elements are good:- now this many-faced, many-fingered tree > in the nook of rubble, slender & entrepid, > sends its satellites climbing on the > hinge of a bendy wire¯ But also the elements make, for me, an estounding whole. "sends its satellites climbing on the hinge of bendy wire" "hinge" is dynamic - for a hinge for most is the fixture and fulcrum of a door. And this is the 'hinge' of your poem: looking out, downward, across and among us - set between the stars and bendy wire (radio waves, the fragile...) Go strong - Rupert ----- Original Message ----- From: "kasper salonen" <[log in to unmask]> To: <[log in to unmask]> Sent: Tuesday, September 18, 2007 8:21 PM Subject: snap - climbers > the climbers climb, hundreds > growing one from the other, > extending like the lively hair of the dead, > a different species > surprised by its autonomy; > > a deep groove has stayed in this wall > like a carriage rut for decades. > KJK > > they are the wheel this cranny > has waited for. turning slower than > the clock of the sky that feeds them > in the tick-tick of seconds made honey, > made nuclear, then chloroplast¯ > > the leaves ascend their flags, > leave a green kingdom behind. > > KS >