Tag Archives: Poetry
What I really think about Allen Ginsberg: an interlude.
The Terms in Which I Think of Reality Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable; everyone’s an angel. It’s Heaven’s mystery of changing perfection : absolute Eternity changes! Cars … Continue reading
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What I really think about Richard Brautigan: an interlude.
Information Any thought that I have right now isn’t worth a shit because I’m totally fucked up. – Richard Brautigan
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