Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
twisted into shape
Figure Eight, 1952, by Franz Kline
a sorry sketch of figure eight a caricatured horse twisted into oblivion who cut into sharp edges would it not endanger?
"meaningless madness is a hazard not some misshapen metal -a treasure for an artist"