November 2009
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Romance
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Nobody’s serious when they’re seventeen.
On a nice night, the hell with beer and lemonade
And the café and the noisy atmosphere!
You walk beneath the linden trees on the promenade.
The lindens smell lovely on a night in June!
The air is so sweet that you eyelids close.
The breeze is full of sounds- they come from the town-
And the scent of beer, and the vine, and the rose…
II
You look...
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In Bb 2.0 ♬ ! →
“[A(action) + 1 min + B(action) / (AxB) - A] / table = ?”
– ABexerCiseofDEATH
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“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love...”
– Scout, To Kill a Mockingbird
(for soundofbones)
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“The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a...”
– Hector, The History Boys
October 2009
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“But I know
why the other one frightens me. He is the question
about whether...”
– Jack Gilbert, Becoming Regardless
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Becoming Regardless
I begin to see them again as the twilight darkens. Gathered below me and to the right under the tree. Ghosts are by their nature drawn to the willows. They have no feet and hover just above the grass. They seem to be singing. About apples, I think, as I remember the ones a children’s red in the old cemetery in Syracuse where I would eat one each day because the tree grew out of a grave and I...
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Untitled (29 May 02), Michael Palmer
poetry365:
So cut the rope, dusty ghost. Time to leave, time to undream
the star chars and instruction books, the smart cards and tootling teapots.
Remember that bogus Moscow map they always handed out?
Remember the singer on stilts in the mist by the Stone Bridge
raging against God and nakedness? The plan sacred to Artemis,
a hairbrush abandoned beside it? And the House of the Hanged Man
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