Monthly Archives: April 2010

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And she pointed off towards a cottagein the distance with terracotta bricksthat shined with ruddy √©lan on the stageset by the unkempt garden’s weeds and sticks:The roof was curiously made of thatch, and two small windows flanked the doorless gape,… Continue reading

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“I represent your work’s trajectory,a point you won’t arrive at without me,so I demand you put your trust in me,build with me steady, and never doubt me:You have been pegged for fantastic outcomes, but your mind is a bit too unsteady;I’ll make a p… Continue reading

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I had never worked like I toiled that day;I forgot about my neck and the pain,and I loved the salt taste of sweat and green teaand the damp dream dew of la terra, plain:Working steadfast, with love, I built a house out of leaves and rocks and wood… Continue reading

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I woke up with a tingle in my neck,which as I looked around became a pain;I saw mountains, hills, a perilous trek,and a woman speak – I hear her again:”Welcome to the world where worries are lanced by the swift, sharp rod of justice and love;we ar… Continue reading

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Oh epic engagement! Oh ebullientresult! The splendor of dark ruby gemsthat could shine forever, or one momentflash like lightning in a bottle, solemn:This reminds me of “Ignition (Remix),” in its brilliance, its bubbly outpouringof exuberance – ub… Continue reading

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At the brink of the tongue, of expression,the primaveral light slides through the blinds,casting a grid of shade – and reflection -onto the book as a portrait unwinds:And so, letters and words come to light or linger in shadow, bringing them to li… Continue reading

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Just as Prester John, on the fringes of memory and legend, I inhabitthose same mental gardens of hate and love,trapped in dream and unable to nab it:Crescendo, damn it – crescendo of light – I’m not scared of true movement, only truthwhich reveals… Continue reading

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I went to sleep with formulas writtenin my eyes, but I could hardly read them;the symbols were strange, the message hidden,but all meanings will come when I need them:Am I feeling impatient, though, for change? The springtime wind feels awful refr… Continue reading

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An efficient excision really helps,when you narrow your sights to the openair between Moon and Master – the heart yelps -and the spirit cuts down on chains broken:Which though rusted and broke can still confine, until you notice that feet, firm on… Continue reading

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