An interesting juxtaposition to DaDa, or does it encapsulate its fragmentary nature?
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
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Old houses were scaffolding once and workmen whistling Her skirt lifted as a dark mist From the columns of amethyst Sounds fluttered, like bats in the dusk. The flounced edge of a skirt, recoiling like waves off a cliff. - T.E.HULME
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