Monday, October 5, 2009
“I can think farther than that but I forget”
That’s the fifth line of Merwin’s “The Nomad Flute” (continuing from my previous posting, last month).
In this stage of my life, I have an
-directed sense of living well, not very decorative—a good sense of
, I feel, but unattached to its materiality (or lack of it). I'm not an imagist.
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gary e. davis
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