Opening section to a longer piece called All the Little Secrte Sighs! ****************************************************************
Now then, imagine the sighs. Oh, so you sigh sometimes. And how the is man it was winter, a false ill, another illusion, to be seen to be believed in whatever way whilst in regard to the irascible yet pallid areas was not at all ill at all but was said to be freeing up the boats in a thunderingly unique way. Actually, a lyrical tribute to the dead kicks not no never seen at all in company rather than show emotion for I too dont yet end, I dally, then deepen as the day draws to a dream. And, again, I am told, by some, that the chair is fair intact. And burning to be blue if forever or so it seems. Not to be minding anyone elses business. More of this in a regret. First, let us think about this in a manner more casual. All the men were standing by, waiting for the women to fall, the pricks. How dare they look at woman brook all strange. Fishing furry flowers in their midst. Keen antique contained I think amid the rock upon the shore a castle. Look all away little men. Women dream secret of a wasp who, as in the reality middling story, was not without imagination. Gazing into salubrious, liquid glances. Sense ethereal mellifluous inactive continue, then, disturb the immaculate weave betwixt a boat, and an inimical assemblage whose wrath, in appearance, it would seem I am dim elucidation! What hazard mask nuzzle occasional nigh the creek, individually grotesque, and harsh. Incidentally, my performance is a fantasy, momentarily apathetic, clandestine.
I really like the bearded professor taking us into this poetic realm. For some reason I am reminded of Walt Whitman with the words. The ocean waves carry us as we listen, and there is much imagery instilled in this performance, yet it is difficult to unravel what meanings are being presented. Yes---I enjoyed your lecture and your reading, professor!!
JeffreyPlaide 2 years ago