poet, singer-songwriter, critic, editor
Here’s me, reading a prose poem from Passenger Flight at The Art Bar in Toronto in 2009.
I love this poem, Brian. It’s so very powerful…and sad because it’s so real and yet so far from reality.
Thanks Carol. Not sure what you mean by “reality” here… but I get a sense of what you mean: that the narrator is living in a fantasy world, that he is a blend of perceptive and absolutely insensitive and therefore “unreal”.
Yours is the first comment on this blog! Congratulations!
It’s exactly what i meant.
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