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Saturday, March 21, 2009
short poem written after a brief encounter with Lorca
I wish to learn more of
Lorca
,
his
generation
and
murder
,
that nameless grave in Granada.
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what's for Munch?
short poem written after a brief encounter with Lorca
as i came down the stairs...
changes
geography
yikes, tomfoolery, and procrastination
Oppenheimer, NJ (1965)
the strangeness
(w)retching v. fetching
blind man v. flibbertigibbet
pointless
taxi says what?
faith
untitled
waiting to drown
"what's going on?"
"Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream..."
(six) toeing the line
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