A slow culmination of ridiculous, beautiful, and ugly. Ugly? Yes ugly.
How can I say, let there be night
how can I say any thing?
You laugh, that I talk a lot,
but no, my mouth dreams
touching blank earth
marking it for a running fire,
a runway of sketches, without
wings, words in sight.
—Geoffrey H. Hartman, from “Words”
Art Credit Ben Giles
That photo!
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