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July 15, 2009

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Nfor Edwin N.

When these lines, I read, I am reminded of the great poet himself. He that writes this poem is not that different from the Iconoclast he praises. Some will say it is obscurantist like our BB's, but if you can't decipher this then you need to check into Macviban's life and influences. If you still can't grasp it then Alfred de Musset must've had you in mind when he states that a certain century was judged too young to understand a certain writer's writings.

lydie

i envy the way u play with words.how can i be more like u? seroisly.
let me just say this:i'm proud to say that i hang out wit this guy and won't need to scramble for autographs from him when the time comes.

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