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    Pamphlet 2020
    Pamphlet 2020
    Pamphlet 2020
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    Pamphlet 2020

    By Paul Tait

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    Written entirely during the panic and chaos which was 2020 some, but not all, of that is woven into the tapestry that is Paul Tait’s “Pamphlet 2020”.



    Being topical was never an intention of Paul’s for he feels it limits the life span of a piece. Therefore be it a musical composition or poem, Tait has generally avoided speaking out on a current event in his work. Some exceptions, like “Paris, 2020”, do manifest.



    “Pamphlet 2020” contains the most Tait has written in a single year since his twenties. This is largely due to the supportive writing community he became a part of on Twitter.



    As with “Boston Dialect Volumes I and II” all the poems are in the order they were written.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNCP
    Release dateJan 19, 2021
    ISBN9781839781476
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