She lives in the mind, which is a carnal thing, and wants corporeal nurture, wants in verse the carnality of a substantial music-impedance, weight, solidity, resistance: impedance like a burr to snag in recollection, resistant to outlast the corrosive blizzard of oblivion...a weight of phrase that sinks beyond the currents of ephemerality.
the moon is cold
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
at 3:18 AM
Labels: before the dawn
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