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I came across this short, evocative poem by William Carlos Williams facing the essay by Sandra S Phillips in her introduction to Henry Wessel's book published by Steidl.... this prompted me to think of my wanderings a few weekends ago around the abandoned hospital complex at Hanmer Springs. Here is a picture I made at the Hanmer Hopsital, not the back wings but still strange and silent. Things growing but nothing happening.....
Between Walls
the back wings
of the
hopsital where
nothing
will grow lie
cinders
in which shine
the broken
pieces of a green
bottle
William Carlos Williams
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