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Poem of the Day: Jamaican Idol - Terese Svoboda
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Saturday, April 23, 2011. Jamaican Idol - Terese Svoboda. Walking backward from the sea,. Scales shedding, you seek the cave. This is why the French door admits. Only ocean. You stare into the louver. And forget how to get out. Lull. Is the word, or loll. The sea returns,. Completing your pulse, the waves live,. Each breath of yours worship. Tells all. Here. Posted by Poem of the Day. March 4, 2012 at 3:07 PM. Very lovely and detailed. Ballad - Sonia Sanchez.
Poem of the Day: Two for April 15th
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Friday, April 15, 2011. Two for April 15th. One, two, three, four. One, two, (one, two, three, four! Let me tell you how it will be;. There's one for you, nineteen for me. Cause I’m the taxman,. Yeah, I’m the taxman. Should five per cent appear too small,. Be thankful I don't take it all. Cause I’m the taxman,. Yeah, I’m the taxman. If you drive a car, car;) - I’ll tax the street;. If you try to sit, sit;) - I’ll tax your seat;. Cause I’m the taxman,. Help me, help me...
Poem of the Day: April 2011
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Saturday, April 30, 2011. Sonnets to Orpheus - Rainer Maria Rilke. O you lovers that are so gentle, step occasionally. Into the breath of the sufferers not meant for you,. Let it be parted by your cheeks,. It will tremble, joined again, behind you. You have been choosen, you are sound and whole,. You are like the very first beat of the heart,. You are the bow that shoots the arrows, and also their target. In tears your smile would glow forever. Translated by Robert Bly.
Poem of the Day: Sonnets to Orpheus - Rainer Maria Rilke
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Saturday, April 30, 2011. Sonnets to Orpheus - Rainer Maria Rilke. O you lovers that are so gentle, step occasionally. Into the breath of the sufferers not meant for you,. Let it be parted by your cheeks,. It will tremble, joined again, behind you. You have been choosen, you are sound and whole,. You are like the very first beat of the heart,. You are the bow that shoots the arrows, and also their target. In tears your smile would glow forever. Translated by Robert Bly.
Poem of the Day: Creation - Lei Shuyan
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Thursday, April 14, 2011. Creation - Lei Shuyan. With the scalpel of time. I cut mystic fissures in the brain. All that has not yet happened. That has already happened. In rippling water within those fissures. Where no beauty exists. I would create beauty. I shall create a planet. And get it ready to collide with earth. Translated from the Chinese by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding and Edward Morin. Lei Shuyan (b.1942) has published nine books of poetry. Ballad - Sonia Sanchez.
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The Quiet Fury: 3/15/09 - 3/22/09
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Musings from the other side of 40. Monday, March 16, 2009. Oh the leaves of leave; the leavings of leave; the too, too unsolid ground beneath a financial decision that leaves you, questioning, am I actually of worth in this, or just deep, not broad? Trust and true, not everyone is looking out for you. Some people actually understand how to look out for themselves and knowing, maybe, assume you know too and are in on the game. And so the look of surprise when you squeak. I miss it. That's all.
The Quiet Fury: One sad apple
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Musings from the other side of 40. Wednesday, October 05, 2011. Steve Jobs has died. And I'm emotional about it. While I use a Mac, and I have an iPhone and numerous iPods, and while my iPad is the first piece of technology I can say I truly love, I cannot say I was ever a fan. Of Jobs, or even, really, of Apple. I knew people who knew Steve and said he was an asshole. I knew someone who interviewed with him and said he was an asshole. I knew someone else who interviewed with him. Being an asshole, I thi...
The Quiet Fury: Yinday
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Musings from the other side of 40. Sunday, April 05, 2009. I've recently learned that if I keep the verticals closed and a small lamp on, I can delay the day for as long I'd like. 160;SoCal sunshine is an insistent bastard. Get up! 160;Get out of bed! 160;Run a 10K! 160;Do do do. Be be be! Yinday, really. . Posted by Caroline Siemers. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Poem of the Day. A quarter to prince.
The Quiet Fury: 8/16/09 - 8/23/09
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Musings from the other side of 40. Sunday, August 16, 2009. Sixteen years is like a marriage, my friend said. What makes anything "like a marriage"? Time, intimacy, knowing? 160;Me and Doug - 16 years, never really apart. Ties can stretch thin, but they never break. Friend says it's like separating but not signing the papers - you're never really apart. He was my man, my heartbeat, my every waking thought. Anger ends and you're left with what you know, that love is not an ever fixed mark. Sixteen years ...
The Quiet Fury: 3/29/09 - 4/5/09
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Musings from the other side of 40. Sunday, March 29, 2009. I was standing in line at Borders recently and happened to catch the eye of the guy standing behind me. He was holding a plush toy and a card. He looked at me sheepishly and held up the toy: "It's a gift." I smiled. He added: "Would you like this as gift? I hestitated and then said no. Adding: "But then I'm not really that kind of girl." What kind are you, he asked. "The grown up kind," I said. It might at first appear obvious, Douglas, ...
The Quiet Fury: 9/18/11 - 9/25/11
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Musings from the other side of 40. Wednesday, September 21, 2011. Catch me if you can. One Saturday, I was in a real big hurry, racing down Magnolia Drive, NPR on too loud, important thoughts in my head: Love money marriage Prada shoes retirement planning. Suddenly, there’s a young Hasidic boy chasing a ball in front of my car. I stop fast, real fast, squealing, people-look-up-from-their-newspapers fast. Picks up his ball, smiles and runs back to the curb. I crave faith like that. I crave that one. Yes I...
The Quiet Fury: Like a marriage
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Musings from the other side of 40. Sunday, August 16, 2009. Sixteen years is like a marriage, my friend said. What makes anything "like a marriage"? Time, intimacy, knowing? 160;Me and Doug - 16 years, never really apart. Ties can stretch thin, but they never break. Friend says it's like separating but not signing the papers - you're never really apart. He was my man, my heartbeat, my every waking thought. Anger ends and you're left with what you know, that love is not an ever fixed mark. Sixteen years ...
The Quiet Fury: Donde esta los hombres?
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Musings from the other side of 40. Tuesday, June 23, 2009. Donde esta los hombres? People, I could eat me a big bowl of Daniel Craig. With a little tiny spoon. I don't even really like light men. But I do like real. Men Manly men. Not boys, not guys, not fellas. Same with Don Draper. Or do I mean Jon Hamm? Either way, crazy good-looking. Yes, the social mores of the Mad Men era were such that it was easier for men to don a suit and assume the position - I get that. But still. I wouldn't sleep with Bill ...
The Quiet Fury: 5/31/09 - 6/7/09
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Musings from the other side of 40. Monday, June 01, 2009. Sleeping Beauty rolls over. Oh, when the last dream dies, it dies quickly. All other hurts have drained the senses so the fingers uncurl and the palm opens on muscle memory alone. It releases, like newspaper in a fire, up and away. Like a Macy's balloon let loose, up up and away. Like the spirits of loved ones, up up up. And away. I will not have children in this life. . Out loud it stings a little. Inside, I think I've known it all along.
The Quiet Fury: 10/2/11 - 10/9/11
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Musings from the other side of 40. Wednesday, October 05, 2011. Steve Jobs has died. And I'm emotional about it. While I use a Mac, and I have an iPhone and numerous iPods, and while my iPad is the first piece of technology I can say I truly love, I cannot say I was ever a fan. Of Jobs, or even, really, of Apple. I knew people who knew Steve and said he was an asshole. I knew someone who interviewed with him and said he was an asshole. I knew someone else who interviewed with him. Being an asshole, I thi...
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Poem of the Day
Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Saturday, April 30, 2011. Sonnets to Orpheus - Rainer Maria Rilke. O you lovers that are so gentle, step occasionally. Into the breath of the sufferers not meant for you,. Let it be parted by your cheeks,. It will tremble, joined again, behind you. You have been choosen, you are sound and whole,. You are like the very first beat of the heart,. You are the bow that shoots the arrows, and also their target. In tears your smile would glow forever. Translated by Robert Bly.
poem of atoms | Body, Sex. Energy. Heart. Healing.
Body, Sex. Energy. Heart. Healing. Flash before your eyes a life you thought you understood: hanging wool rugs on the clothesline in the spring, beating out the dirt, mowing the grass in summer, putting the garden to bed in winter. Flash before your eyes the morning you woke up with a head of wiry hair, wild and unruly. Flash before your eyes a handful of lives since: your heart putting down roots into the fertile unknowing. Align with the fullest, most authentic expression of yourself. Thank you, Theresa.
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