Tuesday, March 10, 2009

C.D.Wright & Chopin

"Green hill of crystals",
the physical splendor of the great outdoors. 

If I had an I-pod I would climb the hills listening to the love poems of Ms Wright uphill. 
The piano preludes of Chopin downhill- skipping the whole way.

Meanwhile I meander in solitude and silence.

Where do you surrender when times are critical?

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