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Going increasingly underground, lost in his own hometown. You may see him but don't think it's him you see. Keeps walking until he finds himself again. Keeps walking. Keeps walking.
posted by MB at 7:33 AM
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
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A poetry writing practice, near-daily. Write and don't look back. Break open the shell. It's harder than it looks. And it's not as hard as it seems.
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10 Comments:
Great! I know that i have sais it before but I really like this series of number poems.
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Marvellous words and images in this and past posts!
Something Beckettish about this one for me...and that is a good thing, of course!
I am new to blogs. . .found yours by accident--very happy accident. These photos and poems are yours? Deeply heartening. . .Thank you.
These sound like a start to some great song lyrics.
Dauntless mb (not psw),
Hope you are not frumious and uffish...
I agree with Pat!
This reminds me of a lot of people I've seen lately...makes you want to follow to see what happens...
These number poems are very haunting, mysterious and thought-provoking. I keep coming back to them, and hoping for more.
Very mysterious and intriguing. I can see this walker; at times, I have been him.
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