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Ernest Hemingway’s Soft Lit Cabana
The soft dawn resonated Clumsily Across the painted heather tombstone hillside Outside the remnants Of the village Just west of Arles There had been an apocalypse Within the tunnels of the mines Where all the wasted people had been holed up Awaiting the end of the First World War The mine shaft had caved…
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The Potato Eaters
Drawn out into the countryside By the bellows of his soul Longing for the tenement interaction That solemnly brought joy into his heart He began to move away from watercolors From thinly painted recreations Of realistic buildings Of drawn lines of architecture Of any sort of representation of reality To draw out the demons inside…
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Completing the Puzzle
Why does the Western mind focus so unremittingly on the perceived inadequacies of the Self, on the painted apparition of incompleteness? Why is it that we can look so inward, but only to observe and remark on what isn’t there, instead of focusing on the glory of what is? All of us are born…
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Joseph Turner Measuring the Prism of Krakatoa
There was at the beginning A silent eruption. Across the sky there were Exotic plumb colored fist thick cumuloid Giants that had crested the horizon. They were no longer hovering Exclusively on the shores of Jakarta. Joseph Turner was walking his dog A lithe, gangly limbed deer hound who Had shrunken with the passage…
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The Dainty Metronome. Lost and Found.
Jerry Garcia’s reclamation of fingertips in the face of physical frailty The strings of the guitar Ringing throughout the sensibilities Resonating throughout the plethora of The soul’s beginnings Meandering slowly, melodically Throughout the shifting sands Of textured hyperbole Of everything that arises and falls With the dimly lit sun At the aperture of the dawn…
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Convoluted Sweetness
This is sweetness. This is convoluted Sweetness. An amoristic embrace into The somnambulistic saturation of life This is how our feet move together Relentlessly in separateness In despotic eternal quest For artificial coalescence When we two meet We two part Such is the magnetism of attachment Drawn together by connective energy The approach will shock the…
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Less Is More
Less, less, less. Its all overcoming. All I need is less. Removal of it all is such a cognizable blessing. To have less is to have more. To have space and freedom. Empty space where there use to be unsettling terror weapon fingers pulling at the spine, drawing it down and out of the back, to lead me to recoil in…
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Communion With the Goddess of Nothingness
These are all fortifications Set up in a spiraling distance From the abstract fractals of the mind Joy in unison Joy in dissonance Clear thoughts, admonitions Expositions of wanton necessity Emanations of aggressive, internalized desires Cathedral at the footholds of the Mountain ranges All to abide and wait for the time The responsive arrows were…
Fermenting the Milk From a Prophet’s Tongue 