tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361304586075259487.post7289098922569340025..comments2023-04-17T01:32:00.068+10:00Comments on Project 365 + 1: Rob Schackne #163 - SusurrusACskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01110367021710057605noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361304586075259487.post-57681606349733611562016-11-21T03:01:45.438+11:002016-11-21T03:01:45.438+11:00Dear Robbie, These days I spend more time unwritin...Dear Robbie, These days I spend more time unwriting. So you see now this damn thing pared down, edited, distilled to a few fewer lines, to one kind of essence. I guess, if I had to, I'd leave this poem only as 'how some beseech you' - a poem too mad and private to be a poem. Which, though universal enough for a wall or sidewalk message, is too little to get anyone up and shouting. And certainly too un-Brownian. But I suppose that one sad day poetry will be IV-ed directly, and each superfluous word systematically discarded, automatically unnecessary. :)Rob Schacknehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09820621386743394312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361304586075259487.post-68059285403958228992016-11-20T23:14:17.950+11:002016-11-20T23:14:17.950+11:00the Brownian Motion of old dreamsthe Brownian Motion of old dreamsRobert Verdonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02977672281912900625noreply@blogger.com