3 502 mots (≈ 14 minutes)
The anima of the garden. Forgotten, broken creatures, abundant flora, looming predators, wizards made of smoking glass, desire arching every back.
Includes the poetry and prose:
tuberculosis gardens
the wizard & I
makelove reindeer
cornflower
anima
girls
o hollow shells!
untitled
that is what I have heard, at least
pathis
suski
pyramid
sos chamine
scratch-the-nap
penny peach
orange blossoms
the glass
for six years on
uxor henri octa
unn þú mér, ann ek þér
dauðrinn
tin in the water… (plus)
Langue: Anglais
Ecrit en: 2011
Publié: 2011-08-19
Nombre de mots: 3 502 mots (≈ 14 minutes)
Licence: Paternité - Pas d'Utilisation Commerciale - Pas de Modification
Tags: stream of consciousness, short stories, Garden, fruit, poetry
26 août 2011 17:05
This book reminds me of what it would be like if people dissolved into words but still tried to live together.
26 août 2011 09:09
There are two kinds of poems I don't really like: one is very natural, unmeditated, lyrical, basically banal. The other is made 100% of ink: specifically, the ink of others.
This book is full of poems which are exactly not like that. It is for that reason that I highly recommend it and why I find it and pick it up and read from it quite frequently.