The sacred rose and the guns of love
View larger image at 5280 Lens Mafia… William and Maud I am haunted by numberless islands… – WB Yeats Walking by the shore at dusk, air leaden with a faith in words.
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View larger image at 5280 Lens Mafia… William and Maud I am haunted by numberless islands… – WB Yeats Walking by the shore at dusk, air leaden with a faith in words.
Read more“I’m interested in what motivates you, and how you understand the world.” He glanced sideways at her. “Rausch tells me you’ve written about music.” “Sixties garage bands. I started writing about them when I was still in the Curfew.””Were they an inspiration?” She was watching a fourteen-inch display on the Maybach’s dash, the red cursor that was the car proceeding
Read moreI’m not a political poet. Not for the most part, anyway. I certainly never wanted to be one, and I had been writing for a number of years before this finally happened: I don’t want to say too much for fear of being misconstrued or maybe for fear of being understood all too clearly so here’s your warning – flowers
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