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Even though they tend to dominate my day to day existance, I have been very good and not overloaded you with images of the silos down here in Salamanca Place. That said, I couldn't resist this one.

I'm in a Galway Kinnell mood today. So here is my favourite short Kinnell poem.

Prayer

Whatever happens. Whatever
what is is is what
I want. Only that. But that.
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SH -ic said…
whats a gallaway kinney mood
4 March 2009 at 08:10
Kris McCracken said…
PtW, Galway Kinnell is a very good American poet. A "Galway Kinnell" mood is one in which I am drive towards a form of transcendent realisation of a spiritual kind when thinking about the physical universe.

This often happens when I am bored.
4 March 2009 at 08:25
Dot-Com said…
What a cool pic!
4 March 2009 at 09:04
MurciaDailyPhoto said…
Salamanca... like in Spain.
I like a lot the perspective of this shot.
5 March 2009 at 00:22
Kris McCracken said…
Dot-Com, thanks. I've featured them twice before (click on the "silos" tag and you can see the other photos).
5 March 2009 at 08:32
Kris McCracken said…
MDP, a lot of the streets around here were named by veterans of the Spanish campaign of the Napoleonic wars, so you would spot a few familiar names around these parts.
5 March 2009 at 08:33
Anonymous said…
My god, I can actually remember when they held wheat instead of people.
25 March 2009 at 06:28
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, that's 'cos yer old.
25 March 2009 at 08:39
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