Why I avoid the now ubiquitous Lyric I
A man of no fortune with a name to come.
Ever the lady,she neatly weavesthe tattered threadsof her torn lifeinto a patternof false smiles,displayedconvincingly…
You must give him your life.He won’t settle for less. He will turn it into poetryand become you…
Ἐλευθερία
Trickster of myriad masks,he slips identities like weak knots,shifting from moment to…
Don’t tell me I look serious That makes me thinkPeople say I’m serious,when I feel I am not
Today I have received an unexpected gift.
for Fernando Pessoa
Not ever me, but of me.
Why then Ile fit you.
Writing is speaking in tongues,then deciphering the babel,learning its syntax and…
Don’t look for much me here.The work is smarterthan I can ever imagine.It has its own life,speaks in its own tongue.I just listen carefully…