30 June 2004


In the Island House, Circuit Ave., Oak Bluffs, MA

It has been said that "the Romantic poets were little more than Death and Sex, and we're not real sure about the Death bit." Not sure who said that. I guess it could very well have been me, though only after my six weeks in London. Prior to that, they were love and mysticism and a brilliant personal cosmology. To me, the Bright Star and Kublah Khan were real people- love and war and pleasure- all wrapped up into one. All of Man's expressive creativity lived within each verse, and faded as the poem died.

How do you see me?

Posted: Thu - July 1, 2004 at 03:12 PM      

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