Sobriquet, Pseudonym, Cephalopod

What they don’t know, of course, is that you don’t fuck with the Hammer. The Hammer smiles, you smile, you wave the truck ahead. It’s pretty simple, for poetry does not make assertions; philosophy does. When the Hammer speaks, he speaks of something wild.  You stop your world, the phony one, the constructed one. ItContinue reading “Sobriquet, Pseudonym, Cephalopod”