Day: April 27, 2014

One Never suffer death never dance to a new sorry. Never go back to Mexico South America, Japan . Go to Africa Antarctica the real  where non-real is born. Two If I box myself in, become a defeated monk; merely just chime a bell by walking away. From the madness, of desperation, from the jubilation that art provides what? Three The… Continue reading Poetic Poverty #1 →