The photographs are powerful – this mid sixties world feels increasingly remote – the rawness and poverty of some of them does not exist in the same way in this country any more, which is not to deny the extremes of experience that continues.
It is not clear if each page of text is a poem or if the whole text should be seen as a single poem.
This is one page / poem that I particular want to share
In a Family, there is
a sense of many doing
many things, all different,
absorbed, in different rooms.
You grow accustomed to this:
the Rostovs have different
personalities, you say. Then
suddenly a door opens
and all the Rostov children
come out together, doing
the same thing in the same way.
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