Wednesday Feb 08, 2006

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I have seen the watchdogs eat from the fisted revelry, and cheered as libidinous Saints dispersed upon the supple rind, those candid vagrancies of a youthful mouth pressed upon the body, having only just arrived from those decisive entombments of illusitory seclusion.
lunacat:
Seems to me you really stretch the boundary between poetry and prose. While the latter is easier to identify, the former remains a little more obscure as it has no definition other than the lack thereof. So I kept trying to nail the association I get when I read your stuff and the prose form was throwing me. But this morning I got it.

Alan Ginsberg. Formatted differently, I have a sense of Alan Ginsberg in your entries. Just thought I'd pass that along.

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