[Waterfront Scene with Collaged Elements: Reclining Woman, Self-Portrait], 1932–35
David Smith
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So many unlikely parts...but that is what we are. Not one, but many. The world fragmented is the one I know. That makes me yearn for the seamless whole of things.
Sam Rasnake, a sardonic twist of fate, is a pathetic excuse for a poet who once dreamed he was a human who dreamed he was a teacher who thought he could play guitar. Along the way - a soul-mate, two children - one collection, Necessary Motions; three chapbooks, Religions of the Blood, Lessons in Morphology, and Inside a Broken Clock. He even thinks he edits a magazine - Blue Fifth Review.
1 comment:
I really like this piece, especially the "bubble screen" tv framing effect. Thanks for posting it.
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