© Marie Marshall
i enjoy the caption of this photo as stated in wikipedia commons.
“Drunken Tungus at Vorogovo (Sept. 17th)”
is the drunk tongue-us the speak easy of russian settlement ecstasy?
or the wail of tungusic blues?
that of course is a rhetorical question.
your Vorogovo poem reads like
a wake up to one’s rebel slumber!
a sound as old as the big bang.
Funny, I was simply wondering whether the top button on his pea jacket was still attached.
i gotta figure it’s a heavy lapel stuffed with siberian reindeer or polar bear fur giving it that stand alone edge with no need for top button fastening to help circulation during those long hikes and other some such infinite imaginings.
i love snapshots that show us only part of what’s going on..
They’re the point at which an infinite number of imaginations diverge.
Why does this comment make me feel like a sofa? Must have been the Gargleblaster.
This is great.
Praise from Cleopatra!
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