“When the moment hatches in time’s womb there will be no art talk . . . The only poem you will hear will be the spear-point pivoted in the punctured marrow of the villain . . . Therefore we are the last Poets of the world.”- Little Willie Kgostile

on political mimicry


via http://www.long-sunday.net/

ingredients:
faded blue jeans
red checked shirt
gleaming white stead
dark cattle

POSTED BY A ON 05.21.07 @ 5:44 am |

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