I’m in the process of editing something so all these strange questions come for me. I have no answers. Well, not exactly. And not while I’m in the midst of this process. What might a book be saying or declaring? Is what it’s not saying as important? But how can we know what it’s not saying? Does a book actually say anything? Didn’t someone write? Well, did they? OK, does even the writer know what they re saying? Could you write a book about what the book isn’t about? What are the words not saying? Is it the words, each of them, or the phrases, or the sentences or lines? Who is or isn’t in the poem? Who is knocking on the door to come into the poem? (Oh, so, here’s a metaphor!) Who doesn’t give a shit? Are these simply random, stumbling questions? Are any questions random? Is it a return of the repressed? What are the book’s gestures? ‘Wo es war, soll ich werden’, anyone? Is the book a symptom of something? So, the book
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I have happened upon your blog, and I love the poetry. You seem to articulate a feeling that I attempt to express, only more....poetically.
I will try to get hold of one of your publications. I like to use poetry in my art. Pictures and poems are related afer all.
You might visit my blog if you have the time, it is a relatively new one. But I have a post on drawing in the air, and you might relate to it, one of your poems sounded like the same feeling.
Thanks
I enjoyed your blog. Loved the images and your post about drawing in the air (and also the one about the shearwater). I've probably done a lot of staring at the sky in my time. The page in the eye.