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i read bukowski

In poetry, writers on 15 August 2008 with no comments

I have an original copy of Mocking Bird Wish Me Luck by Charles Bukowski, purchased at City Lights before I was born or maybe when I was too young to care. It as given to me on loan but never returned, because like the writer says “loaning books encourages theft.” (I have to look up […]

sometimes i write, right?

In Writing, personal, poetry on 15 August 2008 with no comments

A love poem?
Each morning I reach
my fingers, tentacles of light and sound.
There are daydreams with more scope,
Where the pale flowers still stretch
un-wilted by heat.
Each night I whisper;
your ears are willing accomplices.
Silent as the beating of butterfly wings,
(silent as butterfly wings beat)
that cause tsunamis in the Philippines.
There are much bigger pools to drown in,
none so much […]

lyric: i am looking at music

In Movies, poetry, writers on 10 August 2008 with no comments

by Pinkie Gordon Lane
It is the color of light,
The shape of sound high in the evergreens
It lies suspended in hills,
A blue line in a red sky.
I am looking at sound.
I am hearing the brightness
Of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness
of lakes, rivers, and streams
Caught in an angle of song.
I am remembering water
That […]

i like this

In poetry, quote on 11 July 2008 with no comments

So you’ll know me
The one thing I will tell you
So you’ll know me
Precisely
When you look for me in the
Crowd of all those faces
Those many, many faces
Which always move back and forth like
The Sea,
Is that I will look nothing like
What you expect me to
Look like.
Do not doubt it, it will work
You will find me, just as […]

the prophet: on joy & sorrow

In found things, philosophy, poetry, quote, writers on 16 June 2008 with 2 comments

Then a woman said, “Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.”
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold […]

the prophet: on love

In found things, philosophy, poetry, quote on 16 June 2008 with no comments

Then said Almitra, “Speak to us of Love.”
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among […]

small worlds

In poetry on 3 June 2008 with 1 comment

make my world small.
with hidden things and corners and tiny spaces,
closet rooms and corridors.
give me nothing to feast on everything.
take my quiet moments and make them resound,
with peaceful noise that fills the silences;
windowsills that look out to our vacuum;
finite ceiling heights and a floor of grass;
and a bed of flowers to sink my teeth into,
night […]

The Book

In books, poetry on 27 May 2008 with 3 comments

This was my favorite book of all.
My mother bought this big boy home around 1998 from her job. It was one of my constant companions through late night reading sessions, attempting to grasp concepts that I didn’t understand. There are still quotes written on the inside cover, barely there in pencil and pressed flowers from […]

Spring Reading

In poetry on 12 May 2008 with no comments

In need of inspiration I went through a gaggle of old letters and was reminded of the time when our writing was light and lyrical. We played with language as though it was ours to invent. To give life to. To take away. Building castles of words that betrayed our deep imaginative lives. Nothing […]

Leaves Of Grass: Song of Myself

In Uncategorized, poetry on 1 May 2008 with no comments

I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born […]