Time Will Come…

September 13, 2006

When the moment hatches in time’s womb there will be no art talk,
The only poem you will hear will be the spearpoint pivoted in the punctured marrow of the villain….
Therefore we are the last poets of the world.

a line from a poem by South African poet Willie Kgositsile

Small token of respect to the Last Poets.

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scarfalonius permalink

September 17, 2006 1:02 pm

Getting a tad apocalyptic these days, Flux? What would happen if everything decided to just plod along exactly like it does now forever and ever, no crescendo, no catharsis, just endless injustice and infinite chaos?

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September 17, 2006 8:05 pm

zardoz says : ..and ENDLESS POETS..writing about love and life…while ours wither away …and they are replenished in ideasand emotin to write ,,from,,,?

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