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Mairead Byrne shows me the way beyond the page


didi said…
I have never published her.
Tony Tost said…
I have never eaten a sandwich named after her.
didi said…
I have never been to Ireland although I have been to Havana for they tell me I was born there.
mairead said…
I am her. What does Marcus mean?
postpran said…
a way back into my life and my body. A way beyond art as a "special" activity. Poetry as a whole way of being in the world. Not a profession. Art beyond the canvas and page. A kind of attention and awareness in the world.

Does that sorta make sense?

I know I am getting all touchy feely here.
mairead said…
Yes. And once you find your way to thinking like this, you also start believing in the Muse. Isn't that funny? Who would have thought you'd find that great golden creature in the mean streets.
didi said…
I killed my muse. I strangled it. I watched with a gleam in my eye as it gasped its last breath. And now I am angry that it is dead so that I can not kill it again.

so there.


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