R.I.P. Robin Blaser

honestas

.

what do you think of that building

without knowing the architect ….. knowing

the architect, what do you think of

that building ….. the answer:

they have expanded cheaply,

beautifully, or otherwise in the

streets, holes and parking places

.

the fire which consists of burning iron

discovered early, is like iron

itself ….. love is that unity with the happiness

of another ... mind and body, …. such

pools, …. winged fishes

.

‘a’ is a fig and reducible

‘o’ is the same thing, ... shamed

in the garden ….. what do you

think of that garden without

knowing the gardener ….. knowing

the gardener, what do you think

of that garden ………. the answer:

the glass perfectly dark, or

burning in pieces

.

Robin Blaser

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