Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More Since then - during the ceremonial handing over of the new atmosphere to use - we blow ritually on the white ripe heads of the plant: Taraxacum officinale: thrushes are thrown into the new air elsewhere. It is the equivalent of a bottle of champagne: what it is usually broken over the hip of a ship: the proof: that: the steps: by which human history stumbles: are often directed somewhere anywhere: and only - as if by a uncouth coincidence - Thousand years is only a little. An unknown provincial poet once wrote: People will blow into dandelions: and: into open hand: where they laid their lips before. I'll throw a trush skywards:![]()