Different writers take a source text based on Heine and create their own versions. If you’re interested in participating, I’d be thrilled. (Details in the first blog post.)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
7: Zach Wells
What can you do with a banjo when you’re lazy and the moon is full?
I’m wretched and lying like an old poem,
where my eyes, ears, mouth, nose should be.
[Seemed to me to be a block of wood awaiting the adz, Gary. I'm allergic to words like "memory," "sweet," "regret" and "words," so off with their flowery heads. It now feels like a fragment in search of a sequence, I think. Cheers, and thanks for including me in this, Z]