tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406196.post5008806757147905718..comments2024-03-22T03:31:03.398-04:00Comments on serif of nottingblog: Swiss Army Vowelgary barwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05063921311334434357noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406196.post-20165991521998371212007-02-10T12:13:00.000-05:002007-02-10T12:13:00.000-05:00for "rain" read "raisin." Much more interesting. A...for "rain" read "raisin." Much more interesting. A small turd-like extrusion between this wall and the next. And let's put "rent" back to "rest". Slow fiddling. Some simmering. Stir.gary barwinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05063921311334434357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406196.post-2973989400248880972007-02-03T09:34:00.000-05:002007-02-03T09:34:00.000-05:00Think I'll change "rest" to "rent" in the poem. Th...Think I'll change "rest" to "rent" in the poem. This is one of those poems that seems to require slow fiddling in order for it to come to its final form. Thus:<br /><br />My children asleep, I imagine a beard on the piano so it can be shaved, put my hand in the wall, find the rain between this world and its black rent.<br /><br />This is the middle ages, not what came before, not what’s next.gary barwinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05063921311334434357noreply@blogger.com