How terrible to be in the room in which we need to see what is it that we need language in order to remember to place things in time memory is another language inserted there is no use without these categorical passages from which there will be no echo under the roof look how the word is expressed although proceed slowly without the particular and formal rhythm here scrape and find a name in which to hide the poem no the poem contains our laughter and irony the river composes its own silence and addresses itself towards us perceiving lately but not knowing until not quite too late finding the direction of the song.
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Giles Goodland
Picture Rupert Loydell
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