There are some who prefer to carry,
Bereavements heavy, On their shoulders,
Hindering other achievements, And goals,
That may have outshone, Above all,
Like the lovely scent of cologne,
Spreading and evaporating fast,
Extincting into the past,
As the clock ticks away,
And we sip coffee, Here in a cafe,
As Time leads to decay,
And we obey,
The rules of perfect Islamic array.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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