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Monthly Archives: February 2014
IN CAMERA – the Dutschke premise
IN CAMERA (The Dutschke Premise) The roving camera hides its head but speaks its mind in camera – exposing future threats a kind of esoteric time exposure. The faceless voices sing their song of freedom – ignoring the Amen. … Continue reading
Posted in POETRY, politics
Tagged poetry, politics, Rudi Dutschke, secrecy, surveillance
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Mimi
MIMI Wrapped in the warm fragrance of the everyday she moves mountains – only to stumble on the commonplace. Complacency so easily destroyed. I try to capture it with words, they writhe relentlessly. She laughs allows the world to write … Continue reading
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