Beckett's Private Hell strange how Beckett merits unmoved performance. the design, a gloomy chamber, fretful, profound and fresh. the figure, a man, a gammy left leg of long habit. the portrait, incarcerated, weakness grown with hate a problem actor, starving, enables inflection. his child, an invisible pipe of irony, the source of crippling guilt. Studded, … Continue reading Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 6
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The VGP Literate No. 19
Playing The Odds a great clay jar full of koshares, stripped clowns shaking dice you are sure that at night when no one is about they scramble forth it is one thing to look at the players before the slots who seem, you say as if they are at work and another to ask myself … Continue reading The VGP Literate No. 19
Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 5
Stumblebum Dawn To some, dusk is a stumblebum dawn tripped on the stairs. A grand entrance was planned, the staircase fabulous, the dazzling sunlight behind the window atop the stairs half blinding all the upturned eyes awed by the sight of that top-floor prodigy prepared, preordained to gracefully descend. But reckless feet tangled in the … Continue reading Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 5
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