herenothere
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A sailor shrieked, falling from the topsail.
In the same way at night
I set fire to the traffic
Of my poems….
Alexei Kruchenykh
My name is Eric Lunde, I'm the proprietor of herenothere, a "blog"devoted to the dissemination of my writing and possibly the writings of others.
I'm okay with the internet as a tool, as a medium, but I'm not a proponent of social networking, so you won't find me on those platforms.
I am a writer, artist, former/occasional noise/sound artist. I live in the Midwestern region of the good ol' US of A and have patiently observed its deterioration for 50 some years. A glacial pace for sure.
If you take a word away and
Move it from a goal and prevent it
From arriving at a goal and
You use other words as blocked
As dance steps or your place
Plotted in this
Scene see you must pivot from
The suggested meaning towards
The meaning arrived at and
That is the circumstances of
Poetry.
As puzzle, as hindrance, as
Circuit, as maze,
As path to
Meanings, words are barriers
obstacles that impede
our progress towards
words.
