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Tried to add this poem written by George Hitchcock:
Directions
by George Hitchcock
I am in the forest looking for
fragments of speech, the betrayed
holy words which cannot utter themselves.
I have been lost for days.
There are many moons; the time
is at the crossroads of autumn.
In my mouth are burnt poppyseeds,
at my elbow December’s shadow.
I ask for directions; you answer:
“Somewhere, in some house far from here,
a man is weaving the rope in which
this day shall be hanged.”
(from AGNI 3 & 56)
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Until we know more about George (or Jorge) this will have to be left in my pending file. We do know he was alive and spending money this century and may still be active so we must wait for further details. I have sent an info request to his publicist

mermaid7
Feb 2 4:16 PM 2007
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