Not for Reading

This is my four hundredth post on extrasimile. It is also my 69th birthday. It seems appropriate to include the first ‘poem’ I ever wrote (slightly amended)—if that’s what it is. Jim.   Our language can be seen as an ancient City—pace Wittgenstein—who Surely meant a baptized city, for The names come only with the blessing… And even thoughContinue reading “Not for Reading”