tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26039576304288713752011-04-21T19:07:38.760-07:00Ravages/CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16652864017812270505noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603957630428871375.post-55567839554741514882007-06-14T23:42:00.000-07:002007-06-14T23:52:22.899-07:00That old thing about poetry being prose on steroids. It's just so much baloney. Prose is. Poetry too. But Prose. It is.<br />When one word fits oh so beautifully with another, without the need for an o'er or a hark'd or the grossly abused poetic licence. When words can and will mean different things in different contexts. When shapes and lines and pictures and icons mean many things, on many levels. Prose. I am Prose.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603957630428871375-5556783955474151488?l=proseandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ravages/CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16652864017812270505noreply@blogger.com0