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Graphic Novels & Webcomics by G. E. Gallas
"As for me I reduce everything to a tumult of words" - Clarice Lispector
"the letter always reaches its destination" -- Jacques Derrida
Chasing big dreams one photo at a time
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
I had a dream that I didn’t want the lion to eat the lamb and the lion came up and lapped my face like a big puppy dog and then I picked up the lamb and it kissed me. - Jack Kerouac
an investigation into the nature of our engagement with spaces, by means of documentary gesture towards the everyday
Chantelle Atkins, Author
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
"As for me I reduce everything to a tumult of words" - Clarice Lispector
A blog about literature not yet available in English
© 2018
Recognition.
The outer becomes inner.
Becoming inner, it is owned.
Owned, it becomes fixed.
Fixed, it separates from the outer.
Sharp edged, clear illusion:
It resides, a palace
Of neuronal muttering.
Towers
Of ivory,
Towers
Of bone….
or change words into worlds 😉
Great quote about writing!
PRECISELY!
or worlds into lines or worlds into images or … 🙂
hey! that should be a post to itself! (or is it?) thanks simon!
It may be. I tucked it away for a rainy day.