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Michael Harlow


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Les Campagnes de Mer


Cableloop from headland to island, island to bay
the journey’s cursive script; to hug the shore
that above all, Costeggiare, to go carefully
avoiding the fields of the sea: ‘We passed a place
where gathered dark-coloured birds on the tops
of rocks, Anatolian magpies, the white waves are
striking where the black birds roost , such signs
bring confusion to the eyes. The corrugations of the
sea, the wind blew hard all day. I snapped my fingers
in irritation. All the ear can hear is a single sound.’


From Giotto’s Elephant (John McIndoe, 1991)
Michael Harlow
 


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Last updated 24 March, 2005