after Barthes
My language trembles with desire.
It is as if I had words instead of fingers
(or fingers at the tips of my words). Continue reading
pantoum
My twisted Thai
(after Misky’s Maxim’s Pantoum)
Tofu without tofu. Bangkok
karaoke sweet ‘n sentimental. Continue reading
Saying goodbye at 5am
The land is a book waiting to be read
but if it’s not read is it still a book, Continue reading
Pantoum – Poetry and loss
(trying to explain Maurice Blanchot to myself, twice!)
In the everyday use of poetry, words carry ideas.
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Peter Frankis writes 