Mind...Exploding visions of dreams,
Cobwebs of eternal sufferings.
Darkness to the depths of the soul,
Diligently searching for the light of truth.
Direction...Endless paths of destruction,
Covered with harmful illusions.
Uncaring, humanity watches by,
As the reaper of hate triumphantly reigns victorious.
Spirit..clean and pure, to wash away fear and disinheartenment,
The bearer of the Light of Truth.
Wrapping the soul with the robes of peace,
Setting the heart at rest once more.
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,
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!
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