February 2012
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Thinking of crows...
CROWS
From a single grain they have multiplied.
When you look in the eyes of one
you have seen them all. At the edges of highways
they pick at limp things.They are anything but refined.
Or they fly out over the cornlike pellets of black fire,like overlords.
(Crow is crow, you say.What else is there to say?
Drive down any road,take a train or an airplane
across the world, leave
your old life...
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1/125: "For Those Who Have Eyes to Hear" →
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From Roy DeCarava’s The Sound I Saw:
…
why the present is a crutch of
empty
bottles drowning a derelict past
in surrealistic
confusions that ride the future on
platinum hair
and plywood boxes with cast iron wheels
imperiously
impersonal and impervious to everything
hot and cold
…
beautiful- grateful for the words and for getting to know these photographs which made...
