"One-third burbling, one-third filler, and one-third good writing." My English prof told me that about my poetry long ago. I'm still trying to sort out the trash from the treasures.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Chronology
Time . . . unspoiled -- unsoiled? until we reach for it. Then poof -- it vanishes, leaving traces of ambivalence in the moist clay of our mnemonic egoids.
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