Monday, October 10, 2011

Stolen. What is stolen about a poem?

A moment?
A turn of phrase?
The echo of a remembered voice?



Recipes are handed-down. Ripped out of magazines. Cut/pasted/copied from the digital.
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  1. SusanOctober 17, 2011 at 3:22 PM

    her book

    so full of newly tried and simples
    hard to station by the one time

    reverential cragginess of perception
    when the post arrives, when tea is on

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