"There's a snake in your eye."
"Where?"
"There, in your eye."
"I can't see it?"
"Of course not, how could you see within your eye?"
"Then how do I know that there's a snake in it?"
"You'll just have to trust me."
"But what if the snake is you?"
"Excuse me!"
"Yes. What if the snake is you I'm seeing with my eye."
"I'm the snake in your eye? Preposterous."
"Then why would there be one in it?"
"I don't know. How should I know?"
"You seemed pretty certain I had a snake in my eye."
"I did, didn't eye."
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James Green
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NO ONE CAN HEAR HIM CALL
Hear him call, the knock on wood that fell from a tree for paper to use by thee. Hear him shout, whilst ye sit in the corner all alone. No one can hear him call. Cheerful, stout; "God's name, what is this man yelling about?" Heart of Gold, sincere with a pout; sitting in the corner listening, can't make out. Silence becomes words, a stern look, no frown, for what's delivered is honest, shivering through and through; words become silent; cheerful, renewed. No more, no nothing, here and the now, bewildered, feeling a frown? "Look, you'll see, this gift I gave you."
By James Green4 years ago in Poets
Center Stage with Paul Stewart
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
By Heather Hublerabout 7 hours ago in Interview
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