Sunday, November 20, 2011


Manure, muddy fields, smells of burned meat, a giant fire, – almost pagan – Guy Fawks and a Bowl of curry… In the middle of the field here he stands suit and trench the modern observer…Hot was the walk over, but the atmosphere cool – Here behold the community: The youths, The olds, The friends and the foreigners… – Gathered around – Fire and Works – A statue faux – Resemblance or reenactment – History, party, reliving or a burst of need?
A 12 year old asked about my country and I didn’t know what to answer…
Definitions a mix lost in translation – Books and an equation…
What used to be a statue still burns.
And people chatter on and on and on and on and on… and on and on ….
Hazy moon
Love not worth written
Love not worth liveth
Life begotten

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