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Daily Archives: March 2, 2017
The Wild Wind: droighneach
Believe me: there is nothing evident found in the wild wind’s sad apology that echoes the swift, mad accident of an empirical chronology. The sound careens off the walls and multiplies, pale murmurs slipping along an endless cavity where caught … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, droighneach, echoes, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, silence, time, wind
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The Dust Cloud
Our deeds seem writ so large to us down at the level of the dust, where unseen in the universe we live whole chapters, line and verse, and with great import, carry on as if we’re noticed, here or gone, … Continue reading
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