Wednesday, November 07, 2007

At the end of foot

"...In the dissolute life of my youth
the desires of my poetry were being formed..."

From "Understanding" by Constantine P. Cavafy


Reya Mellicker said...

I love the mysterious hieroglyphics of street lines, markings and language.

Locate to "E" ? Well ... ok!

am said...

Yesterday I was not far from Austin. Was in an airplane, though, flying from New Orleans back to the state of Washington. Thought of you, Lori!

I can't locate my toe if I sit crosslegged for too long on an airplane.

Your post made me think of billofrights (from Poetry Hut).

David said...

Fab. Thank you for sharing.

Anonymous said...

Eaten by an anemone, perhaps?

dinahmow said...

Thanks for that link to one of my favourites, C.P.Cafavy.

What would future archaeologists make of the "locate to E" I wonder...