“And then one day he realised that of course he was always staring at his hand when he wrote, was always watching the pen as it moved along, gripped by his fingers, his fingers floating there in front of his… — B.P. Nichol Copy Share Image
“And then one day he realised that of course he was always staring at his hand when he wrote, was always watching the pen… — B.P. Nichol Copy Share Image
“The mouth remembers what the brain can’t quite wrap its tongue around & that’s what my life’s become. My life’s become my mouth’s remembering,… — B.P. Nichol Copy Share Image
“. Maybe postmodern writers like me all have post-atomic poetic feet & that’s what makes them ugly to the pre-atomic eye & difficult to… — B.P. Nichol Copy Share Image
