woods-paused

November 7, 2024

Every plan had a flaw
Pried every board from the floor
Pride before fall but he felt sure
Both hands wrapped in gauze
Stole fire from God, your Lord
And I’m just wonderin’ what she was thinkin’ when she paused
What she was thinkin’ when she paused

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“The problem which confronts any writer, once they have broken with the received tradition of a writing that presumes and imposes a stable ‘voice,’ is how literally to proceed.”

Ron Silliman

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