Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Tangle Heart

Last one, I promise (for a while at least). My favourite, and the shortest, from somewhere around '95-98.

Tangle Heart
A pot of love Cleft downstream in a motion of clutter Attention, a breath Stroke in, Stroke out, stuck but to what porpoise. How hard to see when the world floats merrily like so much broken flotsam.

"Socialism isn't something you believe in, it's something you do. That's the ideal of course, those who want to need to work out a practise that works and hopefully communicate a theory of the practise."

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