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What is ceaselessly difficult in writing poetry is finding that balance between the truth: the picking out of the detail which refuses to lie and the desire to remove fear of that which is enormous by seeking to be cosmic: to feel one's mass against the backdrop of time - in other words a complete fiction.
It is not the evening we wish to see 'spread cross the sky like a patient etherised up on a table' but ourselves.
Environment
Stone song
Cherry Blossom Tree
Catching Greyling
Doppleganger
Personal journey
The Lazarus Dance
Ghost Train
Philosophical
Prometheus Nimbulus
Bon Anomie
How they Speak sequence
Prologue: Last Orders
How the Rooftop Speaks
How the Ashes Speak
How the Grass Speaks
How the Garden Speaks
How the Mountain Speaks
Epilogue: Materialising on Caledonian Road
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