Festivals
I have never been to a literary festival but I vaguely
remember getting an invitation to an Edinburgh literary
thing which, I thought was mostly about comedy,
so I thought the letter was a joke, and I’m not funny.
Watching such a festival it struck me that the writer
interviewed said what I have been saying for years,
my words are out there on the immense abstract world
of the internet, yet my uttering has set no standard
they will be an echo of the unheard poet where names
are not important but the reverberation is and will
undulate through time to make sure if we lose the tools
we will not be cannibals
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