"...where he contemplates effects, a source where he sees the rush of the inexhaustible river of life, of forms, of substances, absorbed for ever in the ocean, and renewed unceasingly from creation" -- ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE
Monday, April 9, 2012
I put an apple on my head,
it floods me with juice.
I play my old guitar made of bees,
in my days of the week underwear.