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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Earl LeClaire does not write poetry. Earl LeClaire writes life. He takes very high resolution pictures of the world with his mind's camera and then, with the precision of a sci-fi computer somewhere between Clarke's HAL and Asimov's UNIVAC, he translates each pixel into such precise words, lines and stanzas, that one forgets where the color ends and the poetry starts and where did that thief called time disappear.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Earl LeClaire does not write poetry. Earl LeClaire writes life. He takes very high resolution pictures of the world with his mind's camera and then, with the precision of a sci-fi computer somewhere between Clarke's HAL and Asimov's UNIVAC, he translates each pixel into such precise words, lines and stanzas, that one forgets where the color ends and the poetry starts and where did that thief called time disappear.