Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


Well, who’s goin’ to kiss your ruby lips,
And who’s goin’ to hold you to his breast?
And who will talk your future over
While I’m out ramblin’ in the West?
— Woody Guthrie, Hard, Ain’t It Hard

High in the air

At midnight in a flaming angry town
I saw my country’s flag lying torn upon the ground.
I ran in and dodged among the crowd,
And scooped it up, and scampered out to safety.
— Pete Seeger, Torn Flag

DSC00030 Avalanche suite