Sunday, November 08, 2009

Tall Lantern Man


This is a post where poetry becomes  a reason for being able to breathe, and for being anchored in (some sort of) reality.

Reading through Henry Gould's poetry:

flame-orange origami-construct, or
Romany barge ('mid scalloped shallop-swarm)


from Lanthanum Road 4.18

and

Brink's
truckloads-full of Scythian bird's-eyes


from Lanthanum Road 3.17



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