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The Cat and Fiddle: February 2008
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The Cat and Fiddle. Tuesday, 26 February 2008. Spectral lovers entwined above the bed,. In the feeble rays of morning,. When the darkness slowly fled. Shapeless palms of airy beauty. Met before the darkly dawn…. Set before the dying beauty. Of the night in brightly morn…. And the whispers of there features,. And their eyes bereaved, benight;. Lore to learn without a teacher,. Love that fled before the light…. And the glossy eye of conscience,. Closing like a feeble film. Over hopes of grassy meadows,.
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The Cat and Fiddle: November 2007
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The Cat and Fiddle. Monday, 12 November 2007. Along the reaches of the street held in a lunar synthesis, whispers lunar incantations dissolve the floors of memory and all its clear relations its divisions and precisions.Every streetlamp that I pass beats like a fatalistic drum, and through the spaces of the dark midnight shakes the memory as a madman shakes a dead geranium."( T. S. Eliot - Rhapsody on a Windy Night ). Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Http:/ www.anothem.net.
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The Cat and Fiddle: Elegy
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The Cat and Fiddle. Tuesday, 21 October 2008. Labels: Confessions of Checkered Thought. De la ce vine A.A? 24 October 2008 at 07:37. Numele meu, Andreas Aron:P. 25 October 2008 at 12:56. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Http:/ www.burgundy-red.blogspot.com. Http:/ www.pungi.wordpress.com. Http:/ www.anothem.net. Http:/ zanacireselor.blogspot.com/. If death were a thing that money could buy, the rich they would live and the poor they would die." J. S. Le Fanu.
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The Cat and Fiddle: February 2010
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The Cat and Fiddle. Tuesday, 16 February 2010. The Oblong shutters of my windows. Have lopsided past-recurring forms. And peer into the weary darkness. Unfettered by the twists and turns. The Oblong shutters of my windows. Do gaze indeed with, ecstasy. But find, ecstatic as they be. No single trace of you or me. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Http:/ www.burgundy-red.blogspot.com. Http:/ www.pungi.wordpress.com. Http:/ www.anothem.net. Http:/ zanacireselor.blogspot.com/.
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The Cat and Fiddle: December 2007
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The Cat and Fiddle. Friday, 7 December 2007. Sobbing slithers sinking slowly. Shifting shapes of silhouettes,. Subtle shapes, secure and lonely. Slit the air and its regrets. Spoken language, syllables. From a tongue forked in two slivers,. Silver sparks from the sharp fangs. Call some stranger here of thither. Tether, line, spinning soundly,. Spiral wrapping someone's senses. Like the voice of ill intent. Phantom spoken from the fences. Sadness, sorrow and the rest,. Play their music in his speech.
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The Cat and Fiddle: August 2008
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The Cat and Fiddle. Saturday, 9 August 2008. How can we match up our thoughts to this new thing of fancy? We must take a stand, lay claim to our land, grasp it firm and in this iron clasp never falter from its drive. This is a dawn of ill colour. And from where this current of determination, brave Parus? Must you stab at the very core of recollection to be struck dumb by your own remembrance of what was? Here is my hand, behold the silvery blade that makes its extension! How come, my lord? When you gaze ...
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The Cat and Fiddle: April 2008
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The Cat and Fiddle. Friday, 25 April 2008. An effort was made upon my part, as I focused the half image, so that it became of a scaring clarity upon my retina. I have never felt the ground quake in such a manner before.'neath my helpless feet. Long sleepless hours of numbing work rendered my rationality to a timid spark, and so this paved way for lucid chimeras to play about my fancy. Moderation was a fools game! Asked I, as I made for the door. Links to this post. Labels: Confessions of Checkered Thought.
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The Cat and Fiddle: The Museum Girl
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The Cat and Fiddle. Wednesday, 21 May 2008. Beautiful words expressed with eloquence. You have painted a picture as real as those in the museum, the heightened imagery cleverly comparing the girl to the paintings. 17 June 2008 at 10:02. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Http:/ www.burgundy-red.blogspot.com. Http:/ www.pungi.wordpress.com. Http:/ www.anothem.net. Http:/ zanacireselor.blogspot.com/.
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The Cat and Fiddle: Notebook Poem
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The Cat and Fiddle. Tuesday, 16 February 2010. The Oblong shutters of my windows. Have lopsided past-recurring forms. And peer into the weary darkness. Unfettered by the twists and turns. The Oblong shutters of my windows. Do gaze indeed with, ecstasy. But find, ecstatic as they be. No single trace of you or me. I really like when people are expressing their opinion and thought. So I like the way you are writing. 20 February 2010 at 02:21. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. Force this...
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The Cat and Fiddle: October 2007
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The Cat and Fiddle. Monday, 1 October 2007. Here ought to be the part where I reveal the purpose of our being there, why such a large party? Three large gateless entrances made light in the western wall.The sun was tumbling down in a yellow glow.It was not cheerful, not even melancholic, but diseased.The sky was putting out its daytime light in sickness, a pestilence of the clouds, of the whole clime, which blew on us with a wind of plague, a stench of unbirth. Yours A. Aron. Links to this post.
