Owi Nandi

For an Hour, We Lived from Flowers: and Other Poems Owi Nandi

You see, penetrate, and say the most simple things clearly, physically, directly in a bold and new way, such that it subtends the interior goods as if they were borne on hands. I suspect from your foreign languages, I have read how many you speak, that this picture-words, word-pictures have evolved as it were biologically in your linguistic memory. Amazing: true lyrics by a scientist. Thoughts and lyric texts for between whiles", you name the book. It is a "between whiles" by itself, between magic spell and banality, between seeing, knowing and suffering and dream. I never read a lyric manuscript without cessation, this time I could not help. My congratulations on your book."-Silja Walter, Swiss author, nun