tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546869265441475268.post7015631872648176812..comments2023-09-25T01:46:42.408-07:00Comments on Theatre of the Sublime: Rotting Symbols by Eileen Mylesdianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11823674984613687596noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7546869265441475268.post-56400267684442593842010-10-25T14:10:14.017-07:002010-10-25T14:10:14.017-07:00"You can't kill a poet./We just get erase..."You can't kill a poet./We just get erased &<br />written on." Beautiful poem. Consuming. And the photos complete the atmosphere created by words. If I had to imagine a music for this post, probably I'll chose something by John Coltrane like "Green Dolphin street" or, better, Miles Davies's "Kind of Blue".<br />I'll search more about Eileen Myles.:)<br /><br />kisses. :*Rosahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02735920750625934408noreply@blogger.com