8:40 AM: The Havisham Hour. Day/Page/Sketch 377 of 513 from Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations. --Poetry is a straight line towards decomposition. Some people love to be taken by its incandescent wind to a place of blissful fatality, and some people get blisters in their ears just thinking about its howling, knitting sound. It's funny.-- Visit www.HavishamHour.com to order fine prints, listen to previous podcasts, and to learn more about this project. ©2014 Julio Panisello.
