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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
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I read this piece yesterday and wanted time to absorb it before commenting. I did not read it as a poem about a painting at all. It struck me as being about a real landscape and an existential landscape both running parallel and diverging from one another at times, depending on varying elements within the frame of reference. The abstractions warping out from specific tangible "reality" felt cohesive- but perhaps this is because I experience what you have captured in this poem, so it makes sense to me. I particularly like the out of body sensation I felt during the more abstract parts of the poem. It intrigued me how you had accomplished that through the arrangement of certain words. A fascinating poem...C
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