Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Bones
That which remains after the flesh of words has died; or, in the case of genocide, the murder of an entire language; likewise, anything similarly denied.
“Bones” is actually the third of three short related entries I posted yesterday over a period of about three hours. The first is Sticks and Stones; the second is Words.
2 comments:
So passing strange mountains
And dropping pine needles
in an envelope
I send you
some of my
bones
—Lawrence Ferlinghetti, from Back Roads to Far Places
Yeah, man. I love it.
“Bones” is actually the third of three short related entries I posted yesterday over a period of about three hours. The first is Sticks and Stones; the second is Words.
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