Tag: failure of the written word
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June 18, 2009 11:41 PM EDT --
Elske gør ikke omlægge den afholdt, sig omlægge sig. Love does not change the world. Even David took up five stones and weighed . . .
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December 22, 2007 10:08 AM EST --
Fruitcake is not something I would normally think about, and probably not something I would normally buy. One Christmas I made the mistake of defending the beleaguered fruitcake . . .
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July 06, 2009 07:48 PM EDT --
When you break-
down, there
is no
home to return to. The world is not your
oyster. No matter how strong you think, you become, you . . .
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July 14, 2009 12:55 PM EDT --
Tell your friends you’re a painter;
they’ll want to see your work.
I know you may not have the heart.
You were lovers in your lust and rage. . . .
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November 26, 2008 11:31 AM EST --
I am not a praying man.
A thoughtful life should be the prayer.
Transgressor: I have sinned, and grown
with the world around me;
a myriad of turnings from lie to light,
the burdens . . .
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April 23, 2009 12:20 PM EDT --
Torture?
Acts on your fear.
Standing on principle,
or at least, its drowning shoulders
to . . .
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December 11, 2007 10:38 PM EST --
inspired by Ed Nudelman's abc poems.
ambivalence
blooms
crystalline
daily
even
faith
goes
hungry
i just
know
love must
never
over promise. . . .
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January 28, 2008 10:18 PM EST --
She will cut glass tonight.
She will wait until the dogs are walked and fed
and I settle in to cringe, thank god,
at the president's last
State-of-the-Union. . . .
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February 28, 2009 10:07 AM EST --
She stretches and yawns. It is just before dawn
I think she wants love and I stroke her small frame.
But she noses toward the door and stifles a bark. . . .
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March 17, 2009 06:05 PM EDT --
( A metamerism is a colormetric phenomenon where two colors made up of different spectral components appear the same to the human eye )
You could measure out the . . .
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September 06, 2007 11:31 PM EDT --
All my words but
tetrodotoxins, souring in the sun,
just ill timed ardor, fugu, rustling through leaves
of words unwashed.
How many poets must die
to learn poems should boil three times . . .
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January 19, 2008 11:48 AM EST --
Hard under the shovel
sealed up in the now,
where history ends and illimitable began
far and away from lessons long past,
depleted of clarity, calamity,
and . . .
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August 25, 2008 05:35 PM EDT --
Things are always falling.
Slipping from the finite
into the void.
And back again,
stopping cold, and not, at one point or another
balanced along a particular . . .
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November 20, 2008 01:45 PM EST --
In from the cold
at the first winter's blush
joeys
are pounding
down walls in the attic.
Only hours away from a marsupial dawn,
kangaroos . . .
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April 17, 2009 09:33 PM EDT --
For Ellen's Gus
I remember how
You were not so fond of rain.
Cold drops meet still fur.
. . .
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June 16, 2009 01:38 PM EDT --
what if judas were a was and if (was just) because when love is only /doglick breath, a slant smile from your mother . . .
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June 24, 2009 09:01 PM EDT --
You can break into song for Sitting Bull, Hoka Hey!, of visions at Greasy Grass, or how he was murdered . . .
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September 10, 2007 10:58 PM EDT --
Lies and rumors of lies
cover trails of B-52's
carrying nukes
in American skies
lost in the shadows
of twin fallen towers
blinding both eyes
as they fall
over
and over
again
. . .
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November 20, 2007 09:08 PM EST --
Flowing in rivers,
oblique, crabwise and askance,
passing in crosswalks,
a terse kiss at the delta
among these oceans of soul.
. . .
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December 07, 2007 11:00 PM EST --
A little thing you said,
casts a pregnant shadow,
loathsome heart.
This tiny eclipse
pokes holes in rolling landscapes
of perfect cellophane,
deceit wrapped receivers . . .
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