by Splabman | Apr 10, 2012 | Blog
An average day in the city: on the bus, a child mothers a crying parent; a homeless woman peers into the window of a toyshop; a statue in the park seems it has something to say. Beauty lies in the midst of such incongruities, and in those incongruities, poems are... by Splabman | Apr 5, 2012 | Blog
The Strangeness of Repetition “It is very like a frog hopping he cannot ever hop exactly the same distance of the same way of hopping at every hop. A bird’s singing is perhaps the nearest thing to repetition but if you listen they too vary their insistence.” —Gertrude...