tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755917097618392770.post8935749004438697328..comments2023-10-30T05:41:24.527-07:00Comments on Aposematic: ClepsydraThe Vegan Apronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03916544533503027578noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8755917097618392770.post-42890675912727882752007-09-08T05:52:00.000-07:002007-09-08T05:52:00.000-07:00BLARG! These poems are seriously solid. The imager...BLARG! These poems are seriously solid. The imagery... yegads. I have had a couple of glasses of wine so shall wait until tomorrow to provide a more incisive critique, but fear not - I would draw the same general conclusions then too. <BR/><BR/>This is sterling stuff. Reading these, I feel like there's whole areas of my friend that I have never tapped into, areas of thought that I've never been privileged to glimpse. And I mean that SINCERELY.<BR/><BR/>Once again, the non-poetry-aficionado disclaimer, but to my mind this stuff deserves broader recognition.<BR/><BR/>"My eyes are raw<BR/>my fists are cut through<BR/>and snails commune like rubies<BR/>in my mouth<BR/>as I govern this windy garden<BR/>of rancour and bile"<BR/><BR/>SUBLIME!<BR/><BR/>More tomorrow.Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109546286442636299noreply@blogger.com