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A little to the left….

“Shut up the world at large, let Bedlam out; And you will be perhaps surprised to find All things pursue exactly the same route, As now with those of soi-disant sound mind. This I could prove beyond a single doubt, … Continue reading

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Both Ends of the Rainbow

The Wrong End Of The Rainbow: Charles Wright It must have been Ischia, Forio d’Ischia. Or Rome. The Pensione Margutta. Or Naples Somewhere, on some dark side street in 1959 With What’s-Her-Name, dear golden-haired What’s-Her-Name. Or Yes-Of-Course In Florence, in … Continue reading

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The Waste Lands, I. The Burial Of The Dead, T.S. Eliot

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering 5 Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer … Continue reading

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What will happen today isn’t this:

The garden was readier than I might ever be, so I stole three tomatoes, just in case.

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