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These as you may have become painfully aware, are my attempts at being extempore, which probably just means they are crap & too baggy around the edges. The racist diatribe of the 2nd poem is spoken, unashamedly in various pubs in my home town, it is also written in the dialect of that place, so [...]
i may not be the right person to opine on this subject, however, as someone who entertains the things that coalesce inside them, i can’t ignore when something comes to me, not piecemeal, but in one chunk, as if the sculptor only had to tap the marble once & the figure in his mind appears, [...]
“ There, I am desperately free and naive; but knowing this oh dear happiness, dear misery; there is no distinctive sign except that one tearing one’s heart, and a smile destined to nobody(...)" E.Stachura
all about travelling in korea
come lay down ink...
Vincent Hanley
