Do some dishes and get back to me. A beginning that often involves clearing baggage, such as a lover's inability to care, out of the way. Moxley has from the start viewed revolution both in terms of the history of ideas and movements and in personal terms. My hands are shivering, I miss the writing, I know what it has and has Not given me, here where drawn out lives grow longer in false desires Disturbing envy and multifarious revelations of bright recycled hope. What the writing has and has not given.
Poetry is the frustration of such limits.
As an art form, it is a bridge of half measures on the way to the possible . . Poet, at the mid-point of our life's journey the vault will set a block to entry, young in thought the world, despite these apparitions of grace, shall abandon you to its discrepancies. Is she addressing Dante and asking why only nine circles . . The gravity has been alluded to in its sense of seriousness. Equally important is the sense of that essential force which pulls toward the centre and holds together, not only the physical centre, but also the social nexus and so is vital for a civil future regulated by mutual care.