Motel De Moka

The sky is eating, is whispering and eating.
It roots in the straw that the asparagus may stay with its garbage sky of distant lands and of the hearth.
Now that the sky has stopped raining
joy, joy cries the pig and is an animal that grows fat in fair weather.
- Jerome Rothenberg. Of the doctor who Stopped the Pig by his Cleverness.
I dig this music blog.
Great sense of music and writings.







