October 2011
September 2011
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Kerry Cox Poetry: I will fill you in, empty spaces... →
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I will fill you in, empty spaces and lines, color bone and skin and hair, will live like moss close to the ground These days of rain and scorching sun, our thirst growing like weeds in an empty belly of dirt Oh, river gentle march, sad storms, orange clouds clumping behind dusty trees …
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“Police work wouldn’t be possible without coffee,” Wallander said.
“No work...”
– Henning Mankell, One Step Behind
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“While popular unrest in the Arab countries has been widely covered by mainstream...”
– RT [Russian news journal]
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Autumn
They emerged from a city transit bus together and walked along an autumn evening street. A lanky young man in a track suit and a short woman dressed for the world of business. He, with an easy relaxed gait. She, with a firm determined stride. She bundled her black coat closely to her, to keep the autumn chill away. He seemed to think it was still summer. They talked as they walked through...
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“If you love someone, they leave you. But if you don’t love someone, they leave...”
– Steve Rasnic Tem
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“More stuff is not the answer.”
– Wm. Berry
(via zeneveryman)
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My Parents' House
Someone remodeled the house
in my dream last night
the one I visit so often, the one where
blood ran through cracks in vinyl tile.
They painted the walls white to cover
years of smoke stains and odors
they installed a new white furnace
that looked like a clothes dryer
and ran quietly like a Cadillac clock.
They replaced the tile with shiny hardwood
and left the place clean, sterile
and...
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The Dead
The dead are always looking down on us, they say, while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich, they are looking down through the glass bottom boats of heaven as they row themselves slowly through eternity. They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth, and when we lie down in a field or on a couch, drugged perhaps by the hum of a warm afternoon, they think we are looking back...
“We have been raised to fear the yes within ourselves, our deepest cravings.”
– —-Audre Lorde
(via squeasel)
in diesem buche
In diesem Buche
suche ich die Zeilen,
Worte, die mir die Gewissheit geben,
ich bin ein Kind der Liebe.
Text by heikosandmann
In this book
I search the lines,
words, which give me the certainty
that I am a child of love.
Translation by Tito Titus
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Postscript
It’s not words we need tonight, but the antidote to what has already been said. Yes, there’s a man sitting lakeside in an idling car. Yes, there’s a slug crossing a road in the rain, and a drugstore where people sway like tropical leaves—in a wind that thinks of antibacterial soap and condoms, a two liter of coke. Yes, my father is dying and the soil turns with its vocabulary of beetles, its...
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“All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche
(via highwayaisle)
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“Everyone loves something, even if it’s only tortillas.”
– — Chögyam Trungpa
(via zenhumanism)
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“In my experience, I have found that the solutions to all of life’s most...”
– Carl Jung
(via sometimesagreatnotion)
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“Damned be this wind, it’s still movin’ on in to the bones and the bed of my...”
– The Tallest Man On Earth - The Wind
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dove sta amore
dove sta amore where lies love dove sta amore here lies love the ring dove love in lyrical delight hear love’s hillsong love’s true willsong love’s low plainsong too sweet painsong in passages of night dove sta amore here lies love the ring dove love dove sta amore here lies love -lawrence ferlinghetti [from Coney Island of the Mind]
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If You Forget Me →
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little...
Tucson
The dead people don’t say anything.
They just lie around the shopping mall,
wishing they wore clean underwear that day.
The gun with the hot barrel
didn’t even know what happened.
It just felt good, shooting off that way.
In the following days, Arizona gun sales soared
higher than the sweet desert sun.
Boom boom boom.
Can’t get enough
of that bang bang stuff.
Boom boom boom.
Gotta get...
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“Printer’s ink has been running a race against gunpowder these many, many years....”
– Christopher Morley, The Haunted Bookshop (via bookoasis)
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Even a dead fish can go with the flow.
—Jim Hightower
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“Since the state must necessarily provide subsistence for the criminal poor while...”
– John Stuart Mill (via thecraterblog)
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“September
Their summer romance
over, the lovers
still cling
to each...”
– Linda Pastan, from “The Months” (via bookoasis)
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