Monthly Archives: January 2010

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I feel the currents roaming in my head;I’m a good person, but the waves keep oncrashing against the walls, crashing insteadof lapping or flooding through to the dawn:Which is fine, I guess – I do like the sound of crashing waves, of passing days l… Continue reading

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Mischief is often a necessitywhen things are seeming too structured and fixed,and the face needs to smile and smirk wryly,and one’s cultural spectrum is unmixed:I mean, the colors, that is, the color — the blending together of distinct hues,so th… Continue reading

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I have a dream and a vision I justcan’t collect – so I’ll try to write it out;I’ll make my breath pause to feel as I must,and the words will flutter as I breathe out:Here goes: I see the sun trace down the sky, itself, I mean, in the gentle azure:… Continue reading

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Today the sunlight pushed through the windows,turning the dust into velvet and gold,unveiling the hearts of covert heroes,turning their voices resonant and bold:New voices were felt from the old bottles, and old songs were heard in the new pollen;… Continue reading

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Third World Rhymes: II

Note: This is from a few years ago, though I’m not entirely sure when. “Third World Rhymes: I” is on a napkin in my apartment in Somerville, MA. I’ll up it when I find it. More to come! I’ve spent time with my hands on the fortune Of others, spend… Continue reading

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I speak most deeply when the sky is black,when the lightless air constrains the senses,when the biggest presence is streaked by lack,when the hand in front hankers for fences:Where the painter must contend with the dark, despite memories of the cr… Continue reading

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We need to take this back to the source dream,with words and rhymes and the metrical artbefore I lose myself in this deep screamfrom the darkest/lightest part of my heart:This beat is self-contained, (and) self-realized, so please follow as your i… Continue reading

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Urban e-Pistols 1: Dear Tiger Woods

“…even adorned by Norwegian women / blond hair and blue eyes, I’m getting back with a vengeance.” -Malice (from The Clipse), “Momma I’m Sorry” “Get back to where you once belonged.” -The Beatles, “Get Back” Dear Tiger Woods,Malice understands yo… Continue reading

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DEMONSTRATION 4: Sal the Cat (The Definition of Tragicomedy)

Ladies and Gentleman: Miss Helen Adilia Arceyut-Frixione (http://thehaafofit.com/) on the vocal.AndSal Esposito as the subject: http://www1.whdh.com/news/articles/local/BO133130/ Continue reading

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The tie hangs off the computer looselyas a reminder of work to get done,but silk and plastic aren’t things that choose meon a daily basis, from sun to sun:I feel chosen by love, by words, language,sound, hope, the tastes and textures of living, an… Continue reading

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