Does language hover between my nerve endings and the world, or is language my skin itself?
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Sketches of Poets and Musicians at Poetry Events in Toronto
So many things going on, I seem to have let my blog lapse a bit this Summer. Here are some of the sketches I've done at various poetry events. Below them is a slideshow with captions so you can see who's who if you wish.
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