|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/26/07 at 07:35 AM|
Very strong vision here, obliterating pretense, and what aims from every direction to invade and occupy the creative being.Certainly the right defenses are up here... "turned my sight into a gaze". Very good move. "walking caskets of ashes" is fantastic. 'stranded on adaptation" is definitely a fine description of what one does to survive with open eyes. Yes. And thanks goodness you can write poetry about it. That is the thing that goes beyond, and no one can touch that.