Thursday, October 16, 2014

LEONARD NOLENS

Today I hate all poetry. I long for a businesslike and speculative parlando. No magic tricks, no pulling out all the stops with sounds, no concealed music; talking in myself, as if someone is sitting here beside me; the peaceful musing in the loneliness of a sleeping house. Beleaving in the honesty of this.



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