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24 december 2011, saturday ( Thoughts )
This idea of the child that we all are – stripped of our vanities and self-delusions – comes through strongly in my poetry.
And although I love to dip – like the bird – into the world of art and literature, I remain on the outside, rather like a girl peering into a crystal ball. It attracts me and I gaze into its realms, but I am aware of its ability to swallow one up as Venus Flytraps do.
I find, in any case, that I am too lazy, whimsical and kinetic to be a serious student of or indeed, participant in the literary world. I sing - and let those who have ears.
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