I stand before the ocean.
There it is.
There's the ocean.
I'm looking at it.
The ocean. I see.
It's like the Louvre.
Translation of *Havet* (*The Ocean*) by Göran Palm.
Mvh. / Yours sincerely,
Torgeir Fjeld
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On Wed, 3 Jul 2019 at 03:53, Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
wrote:
Is it linear progress:
Kingdoms, democracies, a
Global identity, reactionary
Brexits notwithstanding?
Similarly is there progress
From Elizabethans to
Augustans on down to
Our Rock-Star lyrics?
I wondered if my task
Was to move poetry in
Another direction.
Chomsky told us we
Must enter anarchy
And I saw that we had.
Fatigued, appalled
I might be. It thundered,
Impervious to
change.
It seemed enough here
Watching her fade year
By year to find the means
To write a new Inferno.
