May 2011
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Tuesday Poem: Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall Again...
Small black cat carries the dead mouse to the door, ice circles the witness moon. Under the barn floor the dog and I hear squeaking. Swallows guard their eggs. August heat glimmers, white sequins litter the lake. I wish for fireflies. Leaves cling to the boy’s boots. Darkness enters early. Windows close their eyes. —- For more poems posted on a Tuesday see here…featuring a...
May 30th
Attention senses Sorrow’s song Foreboding phrases Notes lie long Frame this sky unchanging window Blown open by unchanging wind Claim it quick ‘cause sorrow wants it Snatch the breath before it sings Feathers woven Pattern tied With every measure Sorrow flies Frame this sky unchanging window Blown open by unchanging wind Claim it quick ‘cause sorrow wants it Snatch...
May 30th
“All day long the contents of my heart would slide down my arm, past my sleeve...”
– David Mark Simpson - ‘Modern Love: What is Carved in Stone’
May 29th
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May 29th
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May 27th
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May 23rd
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May 23rd
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placidian asked: I love all 3 songs of your meme so far! =)
May 23rd
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May 22nd
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May 21st
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May 20th
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fuck yeah k-indie!: 30 days of korean indie.  →
strangeseasons: Day 01 - Your favourite song Day 02 - Your least favourite song by a favourite artist Day 03 - A song that makes you happy Day 04 - A song that makes you sad Day 05 - A song that reminds you of someone Day 06 - A song that reminds of you of somewhere Day 07 - A song that…
May 20th
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May 19th
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“Only in Russia is poetry respected, it gets people killed. Is there anywhere...”
– Osip Mandelstam
May 17th
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Tuesday Poem: Hard Night by Osip Mandlestam
Hard night. Homer. Homeless sails. I’ve listened to the list of ships in my own voice. I’ve seen, as my own voice fails, Those strange cranes arrowing sorrowing over Hellas. Ever alien, ever more interior, these shores, And the sun-flecked, god-picked wings glinting spray— Anxiety’s army, ghost souls of Achaea, Without your one longing, what is dying for? The singer and the sea, all...
May 16th
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May 15th
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“Their secrets were secret even to them”
– Pamela Lee on the work of art between disclosure and redaction
May 15th
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“‘You ask whether your verses are any good. You ask me. You have asked others...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
May 8th
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audiokayness (the phantom annex): Lament of '95 →
audiokayness: Brian Eno from the April 20 (1995) entry in his diary, A Year With Swollen Appendices: Sometimes I’m so sick of music. All I want to hear is noise that I might imagine music into. When music occupies so much cultural space, you yearn for any noise that wasn’t meant to be music, that is fresh…
May 8th
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If our future is anywhere, the thought usually goes, it will be in the present. No other future can matter other than the future that is here in the present. This self-conscious entrenchment in the present reminds us that critical theory, both as it was articulated but also, more importantly, as we have to receive it, was not simply a response to social regression, but a symptom of social...
May 8th
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May 4th
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May 3rd
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I'm happy
hasisipark: because  A. I can talk and share with my wise friends who know there’s impossible thing only when it’s possible. 
May 3rd
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