poetry sits on a gap the phenomenal gulf between words and imagination; wild imagery thrives and follows through the fallow fields of mind and thought, merrily disrupting
capital, the great horror, crucifying and hollowing out all works of art and wonder while winds of money wreck creativity and twist all of it, casually, towards its own purposes
capital, the great horror, crucifying and hollowing out
all works of art and wonder while winds of money wreck
creativity and twist all of it, casually, towards its own purposes