I, on the other hand, am the worldest worst discursive writer ~ there are times I can barely think at all and writing works for me as a function of this poetic-desire machine ploughing and cutting and mining its way through the articulate and inarticulate moments of living and breathing ~ the body
and non-body as art ~.
so how does one thank ? One says
thank you
and thanks
thanks
thanks
thanks to thanking
hands held shaking
over sea and time
to thanking thanks
thanks to thank
thank to
and rivers the way across
Outside and In
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