Looking searching an answer for to find Questions too elude my thoughts And wander from my mind My heart is wounded pain begets Remembering the past and trying to forget Looking for tomorrow but living with regret
Trying to understand and trying not to look Reading all the lines without opening the book Unyielding consequences afraid to take a chance Emotions like a whirlpool alone I'm left to dance Bemused in thought a silent sea I yearn my mind to rest For all the grievous times gone by I know I've done my best
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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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