crumbling the antiseptic beauty ***1/2
the splendour of fear ***
the strange idol patterns and other…****1/2
ignite the seven cannons ****
forever breathes the lonely word **** 1/2
poem of the river *****
let the snakes crinkle their heads to death ***1/2
pictorial jackson review ****
me and a monkey on the moon ****
ballad of the band ****
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When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest time, and to the latest. Henry David Thoreau, Journals (1857)