Wednesday, May 28, 2008

rain rain beautiful rain


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rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain
thunder goes booom thunder flash lightning boom
dog under table near foot shaking boom rain lightning
      flashing oohh-ohh

warm dog a dog drool a drool more drool on foot
         warm
oohhh rain rain rain rain warm ginger raisin scones
    uhmmmm rain     rain

earl grey tea warm rain rain rain drizzle rain
husband home snuggle half the day rain rain rain

thunder clap boom boom nice beautiful rain rain rain
etc etc etc etc etc rain rain etc etc yay aya
                ayay day ayy
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peace too, to you. too, oohhh.... (me in a silly mood)

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

... smiles


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quiet
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I hope you are all well.

Late the other night working on some writing,
I came to the end of my thoughts, the end
 of saying what I had wanted to say. My fingers
were still typing and my next intention was
to suddenly type one of those big blog smiles :)
to end what I had written. :)
   (To soften it?)

It really made me pause. On the blog it is fine
but elsewhere?
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notes to myself : video Anne Carson (poet) 92nd Y
deconstructing thought, language, poetry, arts, cultural "talk"~
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We just tried this; messing with it (the seasoning and whole grain/nuts). It went around a long time ago. The birds are pleased with our experiments. Sullivan Street Bakery Hell's Kitchen
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Peace and health to everyone. Really, enjoy your health.
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Link to tumbleword's other site (faster for comments_)

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

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 notes to him#6.43 b

I am chronologically out of order. My memory, it goes back
and forward like a wild rabbit jumps someplace
in an infinite grass, chases invisible things—

each with a violin of then
willing to play for me, for you;
if you just give to it a squeezed ounce of attention.
It sings . ~

We must be small to remember, we must take off our adult skin
and shimmy back to the little legs, the little stick breathing ribs
to the wordlessness of our fingertips
                                                 
 to the little indent between your heart cage      & mine
that barely had a layer of fat on we were beautiful we are beautiful
I hope to see it again

your face.  These new crickets 
                                   (say something... 
          don't they ...)      
     green
    in unmowable grass.


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Carolin Reichert here & Cyrus Karimipour (Invented Memory) &
            face your pockets (an idea) &
a small shared story about finding the unexpected -- Buddhist pearls.
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Link to Tumbleword's Other site; & Peace to all .
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