Showing posts with label sink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sink. Show all posts
6.04.2026
out there
Ships and books get launched, and then most are never heard from again. Not that they sink and are lost, but they are out there on a vast ocean.
3.05.2021
slovenly housekeeping
Dishes piled in the sink, an ashtray overstuffed with butts, clothes lying about the floor, a beer can having rolled under the bed, this was both his life and his poetics.
Labels:
ashtray,
beer can,
lives of the poets,
poetics,
sink
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