Thursday, November 15, 2007


It's not so bad when I think in terms of a poem or a drawing, but when I allow myself to begin to think of a book - a book of poems and drawings - any pretense of good housekeeping just goes to hell. Tables and desks piled too high for anything more, the floor a few layers thick, I wade through piles of paper, roll in words and images and daydreams, surface occasionally for food and drink (oh, yes, more drink please) and then slide back beneath the surface, where I can hold my breath for a very long time.


Anonymous said...

i like the sketch...the Van Gogh night sky...

Ralph Murre said...

thanks, mimi

wish i could get this blog to look near as good as yours!

- arem