new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
I'm not sure why this is so extraordinary, but it is. Movement and stasis, black and white, specific images and yet ... abstract. The closer you read the closer you get to the sketch, and the wholeness of the impression dissolves into constituents. I like the strangeness....
Joe,As always, another close reading from you--thanks!