Thursday, 30 January 2014

Looking for these Keys

(photo from unknown source)

Questions of the self have been coming up recently, with my morning pages of squibbling journals, social dysfunctions and experiences of macrotic dreaming. In these moods then, this poem with visual poem seeks for the key of patience, peace and collaboration with circumstance, as the poetry scene in Melbourne evolves around a dying governance and capitalist cultures in fascist disarray. Indeed we here represent a strange breed, the left and the sensitive few, a core of survival, clinging to bridge the gaps between communities, the earth and massive psychotic conditions... in joy :)

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