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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required •to zimmer (v.t.) – to flash brilliantly with apparent blinding insightfulness, suggestive almost of a certain numinosity.** •** numinous (adj) – of or pertaining to a numen***; arousing elevated or religious feelings. •*** numen (n) – a deity; a divine**** power or spirit. •**** divine (adj) – of superhuman ***** or surpassing excellence. •*****superhuman (adj) – exceeding ordinary****** human achievement. •******ordinary (adj) – you, perhaps, and I, most definitely. TO BEGIN WITH, THIS IS NOWHERE NEAR THE BEGINNING… Me and Bob Dylan ( that is, the person sitting next to me who I had every reason to believe was he who possessed THAT reluctant voice of a generation, and the person I had no reason to believe wasn’t me) were cruising in a beaten-up FE Holden down Dictionary Highway, a nexus of beaten tracks, without a number, but known by all numbers between zero and infinity, simultaneously stretching in all directions at once past everywhere and nowhere, taking in along the way such memorable places as The Black Stump, Billyo, Woop Woop, Buggery and **** Creek, and, in a kind of lexical alchemy, bringing you right back to where you thought you were thus producing near-stichometrical tales such as this. We were on a rhyme-spree. “Bob, ” I asked, “to what now do you aspire?” To which he replied, in a drawl slow as a wet week, ”A spire? A place no man can dwell”. This was going to be a long ride, I could tell. …to be continued, or, TO END WITH, THIS IS NOWHERE NEAR THE ENDING... -
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