Out early, raw Morning, gray But brighter East, unreal light-- One can't cast Shadow into silver-- Shows what wind Did in dark, How trees at our Woody end reached Into roaring Sky, leapt from Earth and tried To fly.
I love the poem, but why did the image remind me of this? http://www.theexpressionist.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/texas-chainsaw-massacre_28.preview.jpg
Now that you mention it, there IS some similarity between internet publishing and Leatherface's chainsaw. Both became mainstays of social interaction but the latter, happily, was confined to Texas.
I love the poem, but why did the image remind me of this?
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Now that you mention it, there IS some similarity between internet publishing and Leatherface's chainsaw. Both became mainstays of social interaction but the latter, happily, was confined to Texas.
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