Wood piles beneath the shallow permanent stone firm feet upon the yielding bog let water in – the wood’s grain will prevail right through its lines; let water out – white softness will grow up to draw things down The foundations could be called organic, so people longed to analyse to […]
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London. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an
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In 1982, I went to work with my friend Dave hauling trash, using a 1950s International truck, a classic old 1-ton, open-bed pickup. Somehow Dave became our estimator, despite being A. legally blind and B. pathologically reluctant to wear his glasses. This made for some interesting if unremunerative estimates, and we often wound up working
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Should Hope kiss a toad is continuously a puzzle, as pop eyes abound and sewn gapes of muzzle. Scrawny limbs may grow lithe or may remain scrawny. Distended pots may never tighten smooth and bonny. Hope scratches her various tight curls and looks serious. What if no dance emerges from these throttled leaps? What if
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A brief article and photograph by Kevin Arnold Ray’s marriages were provocative. One of my poet friends, Deidre Farrington Schoolcraft, can become piqued at Raymond Carver because, even after his first wife Maryann’s continual sacrifices for him, Ray divorced her and, by marriage, bestowed the rights to Ray’s work to Tess. Deidre wrote a poem
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I’ll tell you all a dire and grisly tale Of one who strayed so far beyond the pale, Annihilated in an ocean swell, Dragging down many with him as he fell – Poor Billy: he’s the hero in my charge , And represents humanity at large, The product of a world grown over-ripe, Walking computer,
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