bukowskian poetics
how is it possible that everyone can appeal to some greater conception, or understanding of reality to justify their poetic? does our understanding of reality grow so continuously? are beer shits the finally word on poetics?
posted by goguenard at
2:14 AM
1 Comments:
i just love the duck behind him. i bet too that the duck's got his own definition of ultimate reality, to which all mere logos must be subserviant! i bet the duck's right too.
here duck, have another drink.
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