all wrought finalities, become a babbler
in the crowd's face - '
Geoffrey Hill defines my highest aspiration.
Friday, May 01, 2009
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
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