A third of our lives asleep— as though a third eye claimed an equal share, and drew the world into some deep hypnosis.
Nothing could be further from the drolleries of contemporary mainstream British poetry, it's grim, clinical literalness, its dull petit bourgeois realism. Huck's poetry is a restorer of adventure, dream and fearless spiritual speculation.
thank you john - I hope you're right!
Reading this with my coffee as the day begins . . . Tempted to go back to bed and put myself under the jurisdiction of that “third eye”
Stunning verse! 👏
🙏
Wow.
w👁️w
[cover image: Hilma af Klint]
Nothing could be further from the drolleries of contemporary mainstream British poetry, it's grim, clinical literalness, its dull petit bourgeois realism. Huck's poetry is a restorer of adventure, dream and fearless spiritual speculation.
thank you john - I hope you're right!
Reading this with my coffee as the day begins . . . Tempted to go back to bed and put myself under the jurisdiction of that “third eye”
Stunning verse! 👏
🙏
Wow.
w👁️w
[cover image: Hilma af Klint]