July 2011
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Well
Today is going to be a wild day of traveling. Hopefully going to get an apartment tomorrow in nyc. Nice.
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Why in the night sky are the lights on? Why is...
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Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last...
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So listen.
I’m reposting what I’ve already put up, I’m just doing it a bit differently.
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A Deep Sworn Vow- W.B Yeats
Others because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; Yet always when I look death in the face, When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, Suddenly I meet your face.
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Crosby, Stills and Nash- Our House
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Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of Eastern descent, large brown eyes look up from the Bible then down. a small red and black Bible, and as she reads her legs keep moving, moving, she is doing a slow rythmic dance reading the Bible… long gold earrings; 2 gold bracelets on each arm, and it’s a mini-suit, I suppose, the...
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If You Forget Me- Pablo Neruda
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...
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Sleigh Bells- Crown on the Ground
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there is a fight ahead- Isaac Campbell
“Oh, child”, she said with the quietest part of her voice. The bold smile on her face assured me. I am strong Worry is weak She told us stories of when she was young girl and of her family. She told us of the circus and how it came to town.
The family farm was used to shelter animals she used to ride the elephants and tame the lions in the day. She met her love young...
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A Minor Bird- Robert Frost
I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more. The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his key. And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song.
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untitled- Isaac Campbell
When the blinds are pulled shut long after night no sign of dawn been broke and there’s a gentle knock at the hardwood of your door Seeking your tired voice in hopes to give it flight once more sit not alone with your drywall friends mouth sewed shut by choking fear eyes glued to the knob in prayer that it won’t turn Know that there are those out there that long to hear your stories...
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it may not always be so- ee cummings
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another’s, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another’s face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know, or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be, i say if this should...
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Lou Reed- Ecstasy
They call you ecstasy ...
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She’s my best friend- The Velvet Underground...
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The Crows- Mary Oliver
From a single grain they have multiplied. When you look in the eyes of one you have seen them all. At the edges of highways they pick at limp things. They are anything but refined. Or they fly out over the corn like pellets of black fire, like overlords. (Crow is crow, you say. What else is there to say? Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind,...
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Sonnet XVIII- William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; But thy...
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Layers- Stanley Kunitz
I have walked through many lives some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look ...
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Lovely Loveless- Isaac Campbell
Simply just a pigment, that certainty
we seek. ‘Tis nothing more than a mere
tint in the looking glass.
When a fondness-
fated upon us,
by that cosmic wind,
in those astral dreams,
gripped tenderly by the strings of the bleeding heart,
bound by truth in dharma-
-is looked on by that glass so tinted,
O, ‘tis not delirium, darling,
but the plight of those strings out of tune.
Let not that shade lead...
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A Desolation- Allen Ginsberg
Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness. What have I done but wander with my eyes in the trees? So I will build: wife, family, and seek for neighbors. Or I perish of lonesomeness or want of food or lightning or the bear (must tame the hart and wear the bear). And maybe make an image of my wandering, a little image—shrine by the roadside to signify to traveler...
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Mockingbirds- Mary Oliver
This morning two mockingbirds in the green field were spinning and tossing the white ribbons of their songs into the air. I had nothing better to do than listen. I mean this seriously. In Greece, a long time ago, an old couple opened their door to two strangers who were, it soon appeared, not men at all, but gods. It is my favorite story— how the old couple had almost...
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The Journey- Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though...
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Fire and Ice- Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
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I; Life-Emily Dickinson
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear.
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1(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness)- ee cummings
1(a le af fa ll s) one l iness
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This Well- Isaac Campbell
I heard you murmuring as I lay crumpled on the floor with the rest of the dirty laundry and garbage. I was scattered around like I don’t know what. “The well is too deep. The water too dark” you said almost in tears. I laid there for a moment. Caught in the freezing breath of suspense. Behind me a foggy haze of mustard mist that kept me in a shroud of self pity and loathing and in front of...
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It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe It...
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Selected Letters 1957-1969- Jack Kerouac
I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of...
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Like the First Two Letters- Isaac Campbell
I was young and dumb and I wasted my time
on a false persondom doused in ego affirmation
trying to impress girls who had too much money
for their own good.
“Oh look, mommy bought her a
a new camera so she can wear
it like a trophy for a few weeks
then let it get dusty, and every
once in a...
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Alone with Everybody- Charles Bukowski
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there’s no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city...
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A Smile to Remember- Charles Bukowski
we had a goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, “be happy Henry!”
and she was right: it’s better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame...
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Epigram- Emily Dickinson
THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me!
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