when i write, put pen to paper, finger to keys........dream outside a cup of coffee......waiting for the right words, nare do they touch themagic of what i think are my masters...
and then i guess i know its impossible to reach them...sigh, Dharma
see what i mean:
For last years words
Belong to last years language
And next years words await
Another voice
And to make an end
Is to make a beginning
TS Eliot --
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Yep, i'm a big fan of T.S. Elliot. maybe you can suggest a good book of his to read.
i'm a big fan of Elaine Myles. check her out!
juliana
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