Saturday, February 28, 2004

Then there was this exchange of letters between Pliny & Trajan, at about the same time Tacitus was writing.

Iraqi Poetry today.

"...Your eyes have gone out and your nose
Sniffs only the pong of the dead
And all the dead air is alive
With the smell of America's God."
--Harold Pinter

A painting by Hashim Hanoon i like.


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