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Poetry.
Oct 4, 2007 21:59:23 GMT -5
Post by snoolli on Oct 4, 2007 21:59:23 GMT -5
i string up the spheres, the vermeil of the dead, and garrotte what is left with metallic silver roses waltzing around our necks, with a rusty smile i lead the rancorous confinement against the pillars..the gallows are our friend, and they´re not lonesome anymore..along the western steeples the golden downs overflow, and the ground is shocked, the miles gap and the lines walk..tragedy would never work without our arms..the roadkill is deadly yet meaningful, the aspect and the orbit of earthiness, it´s a gift to you..its temple is black..it´s not just the lens and accrual of dungeons, this is a drop-out of light, and its job is to shelter its harpoons.
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Poetry.
Oct 4, 2007 22:40:36 GMT -5
Post by lovelymetaphors on Oct 4, 2007 22:40:36 GMT -5
Cheers, V.
I wish I could explain it to you, to anyone. How when I'm alone in the house I go sit at the piano and turn on a microphone and just play for twenty minutes not stopping. Sometimes I do that, with my eyes closed, because something big is coming and I can feel it but if I look at it it disappears. Sometimes I imagine I'm translating the energy of the world, the heartbeats of the earth or at least the ones of the lives that walk upon it. I feel the rhythms of life in my bones and they tremble underneath the beauty of it. I wish I didn't feel so passionate, so silly when I put this in words instead of sounds.
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Post by snoolli on Oct 5, 2007 8:18:59 GMT -5
cheers.
and if you didn´t notice, then there are two new ones at page 10.
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Poetry.
Oct 6, 2007 18:43:00 GMT -5
Post by lovelymetaphors on Oct 6, 2007 18:43:00 GMT -5
Oh, good, thanks for keeping me from missing those.
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Poetry.
Nov 21, 2007 1:05:31 GMT -5
Post by jaetamin on Nov 21, 2007 1:05:31 GMT -5
by my fav poet (so far): Octavio Paz's "The Tree Within"
A tree grew inside my head. A tree grew in. Its roots are veins, its branches nerves, thoughts its tangled foilage. Your glance sets it on fire, and its fruits of shade are blood oranges and pomegranates of flame. Day breaks in the body's night. There, within, inside my head, the tree speaks. Come closer-- can you hear it?
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Poetry.
Dec 23, 2007 2:07:07 GMT -5
Post by snoolli on Dec 23, 2007 2:07:07 GMT -5
i love poetry..how about you?
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