Love is a recursive function, infinite looping.
You are the operator.
About the photo:
Made in Paris with a Pentax K1000 and Tri-x.
Thursday night was the annual poetry slam at the library where I work. For filler, I read a few favorite poems to the audience. And before I read them I practiced reading them into my iPhone. And because I also need filler on my blog, I am posting one of them here today: Nightclub, by Billy Collins.
This is such a beautiful poem. I love the imagery. I feel like I am right there in the nightclub by the time I have finished reading the poem. You can find the full text of it here.
I have been so busy with so many things the past few weeks and have failed to mention or celebrate that it is National Poetry Month! eek!
Please enjoy this Ferlinghetti poem I recorded 3 years ago with my colleague for our annual poetry slam. Her husband is playing the bongos! 😀