Tag: Art
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I’m Taking a Walk, I’m Taking a Ride
Taking A Walkby John Prine A man came to our houseI believe it was yesterdayI would have invited him inBut I didn’t have a lot to sayHis anticipation of me opening the doorOutweighed my apprehension as it never had beforeAnd drove my concentrationRight through that hardwood floorOoh-ooh, uh-huh I’m taking a walkI’m going outsideI’m taking…
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Forest
Forest Leafless trees and evergreens,weighted, gleaming white withboughs bowing groundward Small tracks, trails, and pathsthrough cold white mounds, betweenstraw textured tufts, around treesand in the hollowed lees Sparkling drips from boughs abovereflect the strengthening sun, magnifiesthe fragrance of melt and thawing ground Puddles gather in low places,melt flows on the surface and below,refreshes and quenches…
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A Posthumous Question for Rainer Maria Rilke
This qusetion is engendered by Rilke’s poem, ‘You, Darkness’, printed below my question poem. Do You Still Have Faith in Nights ? Darkness, you who gathers everything,the rills of awareness, and keys to Bohemiannights, and energies moving therein, You, whose verse and lyrical prose,mentored some by Cézanne and Rodin,became sculpted objects, entities in themselves. In…
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Too true or at least more true than we’d like ?
Too True ? Are we rain;are we sane–ishworking with ageless energy,planning to live forever,life full of regrets and sorrows,hoping for resurrection — or — at least reincarnation — or — forever with all our evil friendsin brimstone hellfire climes,dissipating in smoke, breathed onovercast, smoggy days in any fossil fuel-powered factory or man- ufacturing town in any hemisphere, North,…
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Jethro Tull
Jethro Tull snorts and humming flute spits fire-laden ice waterlight-show dappled stage Dickens era clothesexpecting sackbut and lutebohemian rock post-show exit blueslocomotive breath – enragedaftermath come-down overflowed parkingtime-warped travel home – snot dripsfrom Aqualung’s nose –LE
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Stream of Consciousness
Stream of Consciousness Here, there, everywhere and nowhere – in my mind –and out, I’m thinking, dreaming, scheming – and learningto enrage everyone, perhaps even myself. I am not going to proceed with this because I’m not goingto deal in negatives – especially about myself.I leave that nitpicky shit to everyone else! I will –…
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Enigma – Haiku – Mothman
crunching wind-devilstrewn leaves in my path —translucent cloud deck Scorpio’s sun castslong shadows, even at noon —skink does his pushups
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What Do Incompetence Mean?
What Do Incompetence Mean? Imagination’s greater than knowledge,and – what do incompetence mean, andwhere is this touted imagination? Ultraviolet rage is glowing loud, andmediocrity is on a rampage. Originality is seldom seen; itmore often resembles hand-me-downjeans in a gray-Fifth-Avenue-wet-dream. Yet, my attempts at being genuineend in trite mediocrity – all mine. Fuck this and fuck…
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The Daily Resurrection Blues
The Daily Resurrection Blues Waiting for the resurrection,It happens every day at five.That’s the time we come alive.For now, we just improve production. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues. Walking dead from nine till five,Push us hard – keep the profits high.We break production records daily. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues. Mother Earth spinning through time,Writes…
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