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Hynynen / Horwood
Dis-Connections
in the evening when someone lifts me to their ear
and expects to hear the sea’s roar or perhaps the wind
woven with the sirens’ song, I myself hear
the creaking of oars rhythmic drumming and the lazy lashing of the whip on the rowers’ backs
Appraisal Of The Collection
during the crutch collection on behalf of our neighbouring country, and before the final result
proved it to have been the most successful ever, I considered how snails, sovereigns of the world,
wise and liberated, free-thinkers with a broad concept of reality