
We have seven hues, a silver gyre, seven swords of vision, and a prophet’s flaming tyre. Beats me as to what Campbell means, but almost all lyrical poems contain such moments of high gibberish.
[Ode to the The]
[AN AGREEMENT REQUIRES / AN OFFER AND ACCEPTANCE]
[Poem of the Week: Maya Funaro and Colie Hoffman]
[Vancouver-area Reading: Nov. 26]
[Recording: Joe Weil]