“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Saturday, December 5, 2015


Poetry is shit.

My poetry book is at the back of the room.

Give me $1000.

Poetry is shit.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

No time for a proper sestina? Just a scatalogical haiku?

Language is conceived in sin and science is its redemption.

I never believed Willard on that.