Friday, July 08, 2005

lovely poem. I don't know how to react as 'a poet' to these activated instances of global misery. in the days and weeks afte 9/11, I wrote a lot but couldn't bear down directly on the turmoil instigation. I mean, IO dont' mind oblique, I',m just saying that I couldn't with quality write of the events. I think it is marvelous that AnnMarie could push away the platitudes in this poem. that's the job, brothers and sisters. I should say that, offhand, I dunno what spainted is.

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