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Guitars will not avail us.


   stormfall gold can light
for going off not this all
   shadowy story
and your snow-cold moon was how
an hour without rain roars


"...Robert Duncan’s onetime housemate, Philip K. Dick...offers his readers here so many different and incomplete angles into the narrative at hand, not one of them developed fully or really to completion, that the result is dizzying..."


"...these lines seem a dirge not only for a fallen poet, but for a fallen race--for the end of the poetry of a free Hellas." --F L Lucas, on 'Lam*nt for Bion' in: Gr**k Po*try for 3v*ryman (1951)