December 2010
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Nothing to Save
There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.
D.H. Lawrence
Soho Awakening
mind’s eye opens afresh
from dreamgleam trance
in a pool of petrol
all tones dance
crescent city moon
incandescent through vapours
cats back to the arc
of historic time
sun’s spectrum swells
in park enclaves
rains plash
off ducks back waters
yea like a sainted medieval spirit
winding fresh flowers
through the black death
dawn hits town
...
Web edition of "Des Imagistes" edited by Erza... →
Arghh the discovery of this has made me so happy. Woo, reading poetry on a chilly Sunday afternoon, wrapped up in a thousand blankets and scraves.
WIN
“And, threatening doom, the sky’s concentrated will
Hung in one black...”
–
extract from Hawk, George Rostrevor Hamilton
“It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel....”
– Henry Rollins (via elisastanny) (via fuckyeahhenryrollins)
