December 2009
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Happy ending
She was allergic to blue -
if she looked into his eyes
it brought her out in a rash.
He changed them
only to find that brown
depressed her,
just one glance, she said,
could put her back on Prozac
but when he tried green,
she screamed
because it was unlucky.
At last, he glued up his eyelids
and took her into his arms
but she struggled free,
cried out
that she could...
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It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that things are difficult. ~ Seneca
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aliasinkhorn:
Soul Therapy
Sometimes you can’t cope with life, you think there’s nothing you can do. The whole world seems to be caving in and burying you. All the hatred and the hypocrisy, the punishment of truth, the sickness and the cynicism, that strips away your youth. If you could find a crack in this faceless wall and push your fingers through, your hand will touch another hand...
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SINGER
I knew trouble and endured it,
grief and desire my companions.
In winter my enemy attacked.
The better of the two, I was bound
in rope made from my own sinew.
All that has passed, and so may this.
There was a man condemned to live
outside the city he loved—even death
meant less in exile—and a woman
who dreaded the child inside her.
Her dreams were dreams of drowning.
All that...
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After Vermeer Paul Kilsby
What is the relationship between photography and 17th century Dutch painting? A recent exhibition entitled After Vermee at Hoopers Gallery in London presented the work of Paul Kilsby who explores this question through focusing his medium format camera on reproductions of paintings by Johannes Vermeer. Here reproductions of paintings were torn, cut, burned,...
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Daniel Murtagh
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Carrefour
O you,
Who came upon me once
Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing,
Why did you not strangle me before speaking
Rather than fill me with the wild honey of your words
And then leave me to the mercy
Of the forest bees?
~ Amy Lowell
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Stardust
Stardust falling from the sky,
The sky shining in sapphire blue
reflecting the golden stardust that hits the cold ice.
As you relax in your living room some evening by the fire,
remember:
In the coldest moments of December,
When the night stands out in blue
and the stardust falls to light up the sky,
I’ll be thinking of you.
~ Sean Theall
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Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours. ~ Hermann Hesse One dove
You’re the one I’ve been waiting for
Through the dark fall
The nightmares the lonely nights
I was born
A curling fox in a hole
Hiding from danger
Scared to be alone
One...
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Embrace
You know the parlor trick.
wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you
her hands grasping your shirt
her fingernails teasing your neck
from the front it is another story
you never looked so alone
your crossed elbows and screwy grin
you could be waiting for a tailor
to fit you with a straight jacket
one that would hold you...
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Great pictures from National Geographic
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Sad love song
Only my life will die for me, in truth,
sometime.
Only the grass knows the taste of the earth.
In truth, only my blood misses
my heart when it leaves.
The air is tall, you are tall,
my sadness is tall.
There comes a time when horses die.
There comes a time when machines grow old.
There comes a time when cold rains fall,
and every woman wears your head-
and clothes....
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The important thing
is to give with abandon
and when you are the most naked, so that your hunger
turns into fields of gleaming fruit trees
and your frail and aging body
harbors a spirit that dwarfs mountains,
so that your giving is a path
towards endless vistas like the dying man
telling his art student
during her very last visit, “If only
I had a few pears I could paint.”
She thought...
