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Thank you responsive readers who help me keep going xx

 

Thank you responsive readers who help me keep going xx

 

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Thanks (former English) Teacher,

 

I'll have to further investigate Cummings.

It's been a while.

I do believe in Poetic Truth.

Post Modernism & its death of the Author

has reeked a lot of damage to such a noble thing.

Trained as a Sociologist I became interested in many cultures/sub cultures and the question of the social construction of the self and the Presentation of the self in everyday life.

The flipside is innate poetry which I think I learned orally/aurally from my exposure to incredible parents and my experiences of the sacred, which proceeded spontaneously.

 

In many ways I am at odds with my time, but I think most good writers are.

Your words deeply encourage me that I'm making sense.

I guess writers are only as good as their readers.

You're obviously a very generous and patient one.

 

I thank you for that,

Malachi xx

 

1.

 

Up and down my friend,

 

I’m ok

 

But feeling like I’m coming out of a series of tunnels.

There are moments of light.

More than before.

Switching back to sound is good.

Literature is hard work.

My mind moves too fast.

It’s slow.

I like audio.

 

How are you?

 

My gaze now is looking outwards.

 

Thinking of my neglected brothers and sisters.

 

Happy to have found a rental.

 

But you know I’m mental.

 

I really hope this referendum gets up.

 

I forget how racist this country is.

 

It always surprises me.

 

Back to singing.

 

You’ll see less of my jottings.

 

I’ve started to spottings.

 

He died on the cross.

 

Me — not I hope.

 

Love,

Malachi xx

 

 

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