This is a scrap of Durrell in my head, a piece called " The Long Bar." Is it not Durrell? I can't find it anywhere. Been in my head for decades.
Bowed like a fetus at the long bar sit
You common artist whose uncommon aims
deflower the secret contours of a mind
and all around you pitying find, like severed veins, your earthly friends.
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This is a scrap of Durrell in my head, a piece called " The Long Bar." Is it not Durrell? I can't find it anywhere. Been in my head for decades. Bowed like a fetus at the long bar sit You common artist whose uncommon aims deflower the secret contours of a mind and all around you pitying find, like severed veins, your earthly friends. stuartmichaelburnsgmail