mmmm horse meat
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Kokubunji, 2024.10.02
The white stuff was apparently the tissue beneath the mane.
my first horse meat in some years
twenty-seven years and one million words
The white stuff was apparently the tissue beneath the mane.
Immature poets imitate mature poets steal bad poets deface what they take and good poets make it into something better or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique utterly different than that from which it is torn the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time or alien in language or diverse in interest.
—T.S. Eliot