What happened to my old favorite forum. This place seems kind of dead.
A small thing of recent:
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The spirals of a sunflower; the smoothness in an almond halved; the air muesli of fallen oak chip, chocolate lily, and wet clover from the foots of elephantine trees in the arbitrary stream of a lazy breeze; the vanilla leaves and buckbean sown in the hair of a page in a solemn wedding.
The granite stones of black sand beaches and their starry skies behind the pale moons before them; the iron ore of Stary Oskol and the pallid, placid snow above their killer mines; the isabelline marble of the dead cathedrals who prey on it’s association; the ashen dust that ends up of old loved ones; a rose.
Re: What happened to my old favorite forum. This place seems kind of dead.
Hmmm. Reminds me of early Ginsberg or better yet D.A. Levy. This one deserves to be spoken aloud in the quiet streets. Late at night invading peoples dreams with the beautiful vibrations of your words and my breath smoking in winter air.
