Feral #ethnographers and artists, we (or exactly HOW she lost me …)

She did have her chance up until that fateful 19th of Jan.

The 20th he was reborn – quite of [t]his art – that real academic:

That artist of academia.

Like nuts of macadamia: quite the very best!

And that man without method found his method 

Was method;

And after all 

They had done and said 

Against.

And so to how his natural whirr and investigate 

And grate in front of other fire

Which, all his life,

Was feral 

Impulse,

Allowed him to discover: 

a) how true an instinct true could actually be; and 

b) who truly were the women who knew.

And then was when he saw how home he was;

And then was when he knew the grand 

Of freedom’s 

Liberty:

Art and academia, both!



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