Is February not the time of poets and poetry? With all of the cacophony of cascading chatter coming at us from every direction in deafening concatenations the voice resounds. The voice of a poet, on poetry. Silencing all the desperate drivel lost in pointless searches for meaning. Poetry is there when you see everything else doesn't work. Quality over quantity across space and time. :-)
Is February not the time of poets and poetry? With all of the cacophony of cascading chatter coming at us from every direction in deafening concatenations the voice resounds. The voice of a poet, on poetry. Silencing all the desperate drivel lost in pointless searches for meaning. Poetry is there when you see everything else doesn't work. Quality over quantity across space and time. :-)