Short poems about myself. These were written while sitting in class getting my masters degree.
Another World Sitting on the couch with a pillow behind my head. The television is on but I do not hear it. I don't see or hear the person in the room. I am engrossed in a book. I have entered the world I am reading. All day I lay and read. I get up to drink, eat, and use the bathroom. The person in the room finally enters my mind. He says, "Its time for bed." I sigh and say, "Just one more chapter!" Three hours later I finish the book. Smiling I go to bed.
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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Welcome to the Den. Your poems show that your not much different than any of us. Peace, Love and Blessings, Paul.
Three hours later I finish the book.
Smiling I go to bed.
LOLOL, I can so picture this, it's 1:30 am and I'm kinda doing just that..