and if it hangs in loxton like it hangs
in stellenbosch, this unfull moon, this old
obscurer, then may they afflict (these pangs
of wholeness) you. and you, as me, enfold.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
THE UNFULL FILLED
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honest betrayal before treacherous loyalty
BEHIND THE HEDGE
this blog is intended as an irregular journal of the trivia which, alongside his real work, incite the author to commit poetry. with some luck now and then, he perpetrates something less than trivial. it should be stated that (as in all works of fiction) where a conflict has arisen between prosody and journalism, it will be the prosody which will have prevailed, the true over the accurate, the word over the thing.
the ÜBUNGEN are quasi-musical exercises in form and metre, and the LATE QUATRAINS transcriptions of (invariably late) text-messages composed spontaneously at the phone's keypad and sent to tolerant friends.
[the banner photo, by the author, is of an outbuilding - and tree - on the farm 'elandsheuwel' between willowmore and steytlerville in the karoo.]
the ÜBUNGEN are quasi-musical exercises in form and metre, and the LATE QUATRAINS transcriptions of (invariably late) text-messages composed spontaneously at the phone's keypad and sent to tolerant friends.
[the banner photo, by the author, is of an outbuilding - and tree - on the farm 'elandsheuwel' between willowmore and steytlerville in the karoo.]
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