I don’t know why I am consistently compelled to keep banging my brain against the brick wall of L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E poetry, but I am. Here someone braveĀ appears to put it all in a nutshell, which is probably why my brain is all stagger and kaleidowhirl after reading the nutshell, like Mowgli’s eyes when Kaa sings Trust In Me.
Bam. My brain feels like my uncle’s eyes looked that time he ate way too much corn.
But now I really want to read Trimmings.
I wouldn’t object if it came my way!