Even without believing, the tears of god burn my poet's soul!
dare i speak the name
of god
dare i ever perceive that
god speaks to me
dare i ever presume to
believe in
myself over god
dare i ever Kill
in god's name
Allah!
how must you cry.
Well, sir, I am not an intellectual which I think you most certainly are, so this I don't actually "get", but gives this old brain something to think about, thank for that...-e-
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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