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Paul — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 01:28:02 +0000

jazz garden touched by morning light exchange of bird song to an ice white moon reluctant to slide under you impossibly blue jazz green hippos dance in surplus trees too whisper wake awake jazz garden under moon white sheets songbird longing twice renewed one tracery one true

Giant Pink Snail

Paul — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 09:10:23 +0000

As a child I loved the original Dr Doolittle movie with Rex Harrison and I particular remember the amazingly fantabulous giant pink snail. For some reason there is no picture of this snail anywhere on the internet which is both a great disappointment and a mystery. One of the things about the internet which has always [...]

Con-temporary Poetry

Paul — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 09:06:46 +0000

All poems are experiments, experiments in experience all are equally difficult to see in their entirety equally easy to read for sounds and subtle thrills. When a simple tale of the honesty of water spills/ over slipways and invades the footpath canvas of street artists, and Banksy’s anonymity runs graffiti over frames, Western minds which delight in dis/section into categories sticky plaster labels, [...]