This is a part of my apprenticeship of poetry. I found a poem of Jorie Graham’s in the New Yorker magazine, called the VR mask. It felt like a chapter of Revelations. Now, I want to learn more about the spirits who float among us. How in God’s name do these poems come to be on TH-cam? Obviously the minders are watching us.
This is a part of my apprenticeship of poetry. I found a poem of Jorie Graham’s in the New Yorker magazine, called the VR mask. It felt like a chapter of Revelations. Now, I want to learn more about the spirits who float among us. How in God’s name do these poems come to be on TH-cam? Obviously the minders are watching us.
Brilliant talk.
when she smiles, i forget who i am.