Soul Clap its Hands and Sing
writing experiments: centos, erasures, blackout poems
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Raw, Wild Summer
Prey to luminous mornings
in whose golden pulp
lay the core of long afternoons
raw wild summer
drenched with honey
Cento Source text:
The Street of Crocodiles
by Bruno Schulz (pages 25 & 26)
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