Our guess is
this: the point is to look up,
accept
whatever’s falling down,
and wait
until it hits.
What other explanation of existence fits?.
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- Marika Wasn’t Pleased
- If Destiny Had Left It Up To Us
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- Bearing Some Relation to the Human
- We’re Not Sure Which
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- Love’s Book
- Adam and Eve and the Upanishads
- We Haven’t Said It Yet
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- Passion With No Object
- A Translucent Partner
- How People Die
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- Rooted
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About Me
- Guy Kettelhack
- I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page. So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila. To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack." To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.) . . . thanks for stopping by.
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