Monthly Archives: January 2010

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I like the light here, both subtle and bright,making each instant a whole world itself -I am the king and quean by divine right -I am my own dream – Ghibelline and Guelph: Meaning lycanthropy, the Loup-garouof my own conscious conscience – and eff… Continue reading

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Sing along to the following blues song:There’s a golden perch where a blue bird sits /and the roof of trees, it just sways along /There’s a golden perch where a blue bird sits / and the roof of trees pierced by lunar light /But, baby, by the time … Continue reading

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I prefigure in space and time as breath,as insufflation, if you oblige methe internalization of the depthof meanings stitched by the difference set free:From the present in that time’s like a flow in a space sort of like a rap cipher -An undulatin… Continue reading

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Golden hands and a noble heart, the spaceyou inhabit is fair and fresh – just asa gentle rose garden’s breeze in the facewakes all senses from sky blue to green grass:You are a panorama of sweet light, suffusing all landscapes with your candidspar… Continue reading

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The golden street lights and trumpet blares spreada triumphant swagger over the nightdespite its darkness, in spite of the headfigures in charge of the deafness and light:I just count seeds, and sometimes eat them too, under the wing of blinding p… Continue reading

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In the future you will be a regentof your own domestic space and worldview -you’ll sing from up under the tides of youth,raising them to crash splendidly against:Walls, boundaries, corners that project angles in shadow, under the crisp, square moo… Continue reading

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I see you: blazer, shaking wall-shadow,a wisp of hair springing forth so wildlywhile utterly still – now there’s a meadow,and you are there, singing to a daisy:Now a table, and light, and beer, and hope, and my head is spinning from the approachof… Continue reading

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