1) The notion of poetic form as a hiding place for autobiographical secrets, somewhere to absorb, codify and often re-imagine memories,
2) Memory becomes a synonym for art, for that which is alive forever rather than bound by mortality. It takes on the indeterminate form of a ghost.., something that has a relation to life but is...on the other side...
3) the hours diverge so much that days are journeys round, overlapping circles
4) can anything truly be communicated?
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