November 22, 2009

From Space

Procumbent to be alone would be paradisiacal a walled garden,
solipsistic pause when no-one sees you facing the wrong way
and there is no other waiting no gaze, a state only achieved in
the morning shower before the regular routine of work.

Genius

Finally, I have finished ‘Genius’, my socialist riposte/rewriting of Ezra Pound’s Pisan Cantos. I’ve blogged previously about my reasoning f...