September 2010
19 posts
My mother and I
Me: Do you realize that before this year I never told you anything about my life?
My mother: ...
Me: Like I never told you how I felt or even what I was interested in.
My mother: Do you need to?
Me: ...Thanks mom...
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Tuesday Poem: Stone is not Stone by Carson...
There was a time when stone was stone And a face on the street was a finished face. Between the Thing, myself and God alone There was an instant symmetry. Since you have altered all my world this trinity is twisted: Stone is not stone And faces like the fractioned characters in dreams are incomplete Until in the child’s inchoate face I recognize your exiled eyes. The soldier climbs the...
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daulism:
dont people understand last stages are more calm?
do you really think im happy ?
☆★☆★☆
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Tuesday poem: The golden bowl by Michael Snediker
I did differed from I do differed from I can’t. I couldn’t then as now make anyone happy. We all more or less were bleeding. Which differed from blood on all our hands. Held behind our backs, varying reasons blooming each their own stern logic. Time passed, returned, flirted with seconds as it watched the days. And you watched, didn’t you, everything, from the first illicit wink.
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“Your heart’s just pumping and pumping,” she said.
“He was enormous. You could see this part him coming out of the water, his big belly, then you saw his head.”
“His head had to come out for me to shoot him.”
“I hunt because I want these creatures to be here forever”
“I shot an incredible beast and it was the hunt of a...
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“One must dig like an archaeologist and search our violated landscape to find...”
– Werner Herzog
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“The hunchback was impatient. He could not bear to be left out of anything, even...”
– The ballad of the sad cafe
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Tuesday Poem: A reminiscence by Ku Sang
Seeing the face of Miss Rim Ch’un-aeng, triple gold-medallist at the Asian Games, shining from the TV screen, her expression seems so very familiar.
After long rummaging through my memories I recall Modigliani’s ‘Portrait of a Woman’ pinned on the wall of my boarding-house room when I was studying in Tokyo in my early 20s.
At the time I admired and loved that...
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August 2010
31 posts
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“Compare the opinion of anthropologist Edmund Leach who suggested ‘we are...”
– Ah, school life, teaching me everything I need to know about being human..
