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The Spring Ghazals: December 2010
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8220;In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”. Sunday, December 12, 2010. Hi folks. I’m sorry not to have followed up with more Music Theory for Poets. But I think I can explain why such posts are neither flowing from my keyboard or my guitar. As you know if you’ve been a regular reader here, The Spring Ghazals. My main blog, is a going concern and everything takes time. I’d also like to finish my translation of Apollinaire’s Alcools. I do think Music Theory for Poets.
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The Spring Ghazals: June 2011
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8220;In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”. Wednesday, June 29, 2011. They’re moving and shifting weightlessly and elephantine above the horizon— like a Debussy piece played just by an oboe and double bass in a dream duet— silver tinges, and off to the east, a yellow sun—mellowed as summer dissipates in a breeze that whistles and rustles downhill thru the osier and dead grass—. Is poetry living in memory or is it fetching memory into a present moment? The north wind...
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The Spring Ghazals: July 2011
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8220;In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”. Saturday, July 9, 2011. BVM underneath a dormant poplar in someone else’s hands the same Our Lady of Mercy icon a lullaby goodbye an aluminum full moon sound wave. Wednesday, July 6, 2011. Today: a suspended chord hovering between two open doors…. This morning: the twilight’s first pale blue is a scar across the night where the horizon’s wrist folds into the sky’s hand curving black and starry overhead...Night isn’...
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The Spring Ghazals: Equinoctial
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8220;In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”. Wednesday, July 6, 2011. Today: a suspended chord hovering between two open doors…. Thru one the eggplants and tomatoes and peppers hang on their vines and absorb whatever sun breaks thru; the pears that were out-of-reach are still ripening yellow and falling; the zinnias are orange and magenta in the herb bed by the oregano, itself blooming white…. Summer was a waking daydream—even the short night’s a daydream...Autumn wi...
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The Spring Ghazals: January 2011
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8220;In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”. Friday, January 28, 2011. The willow’s limbs fidget in an April breeze from the west. The sun is nonetheless blind white in implacable blue. So I have to ask why the dead and the lost come to visit. As I wander the night away in an old house up a staircase. A maple bannister a light in a cut glass fixture a cold white. Light—the bedsheets creased and wrinkled into alphabets &. Circling a Vermont backyard in an August green.
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The Spring Ghazals: Grace #4
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8220;In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”. Saturday, July 9, 2011. BVM underneath a dormant poplar in someone else’s hands the same Our Lady of Mercy icon a lullaby goodbye an aluminum full moon sound wave. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Spring Ghazals on Lulu.com. Promote Your Page Too. View my complete profile. Some Good Writing Blogs. The Sill of the World. Five Short Stories Set in Haiti. Getting Lost and Finding a new path! Aaron M. Wilson. Alan Burne...
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The Spring Ghazals: April 2011
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8220;In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”. Saturday, April 30, 2011. If memory serves me right it was time for dessert. Not to mention a beige cottage house baked into a. Shimmering egg crust this happened so long ago last. Thursday or earlier even another lifetime etc. Outside the lemon sun gleamed thinly pungent. A gray haired mutt was turning. Circles in the street of course you spoke to it. Simpatico of course &. That street really went no place. Those last for...
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The Spring Ghazals: January Morning
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8220;In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”. Saturday, June 18, 2011. The cow pond exhaling smoke at 6 degrees the blue gray fog an aquarium miasma filled with sagebrush and emptiness. A face staring backwards and forwards in the blue gray frozen fog thru the willow thru the cloud of juncos and sparrows and the sagebrush breaking thru the snow on the round hill eastward. The rocks white the willow’s long hair black the poplars skeletal. The road is white with ice a f...
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The Spring Ghazals: September 2010
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8220;In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.”. Wednesday, September 29, 2010. But this is the story of one particular book, The Spring Ghazals. In brief: The Spring Ghazals. At some point this summer, I decided I would re-publish The Spring Ghazals. Hope you’ll follow along as I continue to record not only the book’s ongoing process but also explore in memory the many steps along the way. Of course, you’ll get a shout out here when you can actually buy a copy! Day One ...