This week I took a rest from considering Novoneyra, the mountains and the countryside and gave myself up to
The sonnets start with a series in which the poet argues with a young man who is wasting his beauty by not having children. The imagery seems appropriate to this time of year, as the poet’s talk of time passing and I see the trees around me losing their leaves. I have put the readings with images.
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Radical Poetics at the Zig Zag Edges
a poesia importa?
Life on the edge of the Humber
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Información – Crítica – Pensamiento
Life is a temporary break from the infinity of not existing. So there is little point spending it in the fetal position avoiding all things that seem scary. - Humble The Poet
Thoughts from my study of Horror, Media, and Narrrative
Selected bits, news, and features of Oscar Wilde's visits to America.
What would you choose?
A page designed to contain my achievements.
The writings and critiques of Alex Jowski
For Minorities Who Don't Even Fit Into Our Own Minorities
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An Answer to the Atheist's Prayer
