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Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending: It Makes No Difference: A Celebration and Contemplation of The Band
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Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending. January 25, 2014. It Makes No Difference: A Celebration and Contemplation of The Band. It Makes No Difference. And the sun don't shine anymore. And the rains fall down on my door. Now there's no love. As true as the love that dies untold. But the clouds never hung so low before. It Makes No Difference. Line to, “Just to keep myself from killing. You” Then I immediately change it to, “Just to keep myself from calling. And the story of The Band is fascinating such that ...
Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending: Conspiracy Literature
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Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending. July 12, 2012. Saw a posting today about the 20 greatest Dystopian books, and thought we needed a treatment for Conspiracy Lit. as well. You ask, "What is Conspiracy Lit? Conspiracy Lit. is any fictional book that poses that their is some sort of all knowing, super secret society pulling the strings. The Crying of Lot 49. 2 Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea's. The Illuminatus Trilogy: The Eye in the Pyramid, the Golden Apple, and the Pyramid. 3 Robert Anton Wilson's.
Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending: Keith Jarrett: The Koln Concert and What it says about Creativity
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Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending. January 14, 2013. Keith Jarrett: The Koln Concert and What it says about Creativity. Life is about listening. Sometimes what life is saying comes at you in in strange ways. On Friday, I was reading this story on Salon.com. And it mentioned that few jazz musicians have the same clout as they once did. Of the few who still draw considerable audiences, it mentioned Keith Jarrett. Under Keith Jarrett they mention the album,. What did I know? Keith Jarrett's Koln Concert.
Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending: About Me
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Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending. Basic Human Needs Award winning. Poet, Don McIver, is a former member of the ABQ slam team, a host/producer of KUNM’s Spoken Word Hour, the author of The Noisy Pen. And editor of A Bigger Boat: The Unlikely Success of the Albuquerque. He’s been published in numerous magazines and anthologies including The Harwood Anthology. Shine On You Crazy Diamond: Poems by. Teens and their Mentors. Earthships: A New Mecca Poetry Anthology. Poems from the Big Muddy: NPS 2004. Don M...
Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending: OWS-A Discussion on Tactics
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Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending. October 31, 2011. OWS-A Discussion on Tactics. I've been wondering why the show of force with the OWS protesters and not with the Tea Party protesters (and many of them had guns), and the only conclusion I can draw is that its not about "being prepared for any contingency" as many of the cops are told, but basically pure intimidation. The powers that be are afraid of us and want to do anything to disburse us including intimidation, infiltration, and propaganda. My sis...
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Navajo poet from NW new mexico. My ears heard it last week. And my eyes widened,. And my pupils dilated with fear unconsciously. Ice shards crystallized instantaneously through my heart. My trachea and esophagus spasm-ed, shuddered. My lungs steeped in warm saline. Sodden tea bags, flavor faded and washed from the desiccated leaves. My ears heard it,. But my brain refused to believe it. Override. Override. Override. Not until yesterday did my neurons register and process the horrific information. You do ...
chimEra / saaniidotcom: August 2015
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Navajo poet from NW new mexico. Yesterday time was measured by the. Speed of tears running down my face. Exhalation. Removing toxins. Yesterday was a day on Venus. Minutes hobbled by on creaky wooden crutches. Super heated air trickled in. I finished reading a book and re-read interesting sections. I tried to lose myself in music on Pandora. I tried to lose myself in my favorite movies. Meditation was my only recourse. Marinate in the time alone. Back to the basics. Yesterday I lost my muse.
chimEra / saaniidotcom: August 2014
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Navajo poet from NW new mexico. My ears heard it last week. And my eyes widened,. And my pupils dilated with fear unconsciously. Ice shards crystallized instantaneously through my heart. My trachea and esophagus spasm-ed, shuddered. My lungs steeped in warm saline. Sodden tea bags, flavor faded and washed from the desiccated leaves. My ears heard it,. But my brain refused to believe it. Override. Override. Override. Not until yesterday did my neurons register and process the horrific information. T’...
chimEra / saaniidotcom: April 2015
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Navajo poet from NW new mexico. My father taught me to recognize. The faint jangled vibrato discord of a spent incandescent bulb. He saved these bulbs so that he could teach me to darn my socks. He didn’t use the same needles that my mother used. He didn’t use the same thread. He sang and whistled. He asked me what I was doing. When I wore holes through my wool socks. Wandering along the gray irrigation ditch road. Carrying a stick. Followed by my mutts. Smooth river pebbles. Melt from the glass. I used ...
chimEra / saaniidotcom
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Navajo poet from NW new mexico. My father taught me to recognize. The faint jangled vibrato discord of a spent incandescent bulb. He saved these bulbs so that he could teach me to darn my socks. He didn’t use the same needles that my mother used. He didn’t use the same thread. He sang and whistled. He asked me what I was doing. When I wore holes through my wool socks. Wandering along the gray irrigation ditch road. Carrying a stick. Followed by my mutts. Smooth river pebbles. Melt from the glass. I used ...
chimEra / saaniidotcom: October 2014
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Navajo poet from NW new mexico. Drama at the laundromat. The laundromat is not the place to have emotions. At a laundromat, any emotion is interpreted as drama. Sit silently and watch the rotating metal drum spin your clothes. Slosh Wash away memories. Whir. Rinse away pain. Bzzz. Spin away heartache. It's best to quietly admire and acknowledge the water jets flooding the detergent tray. Minutes digitally ticking down to zero. Until you are no longer interested. No longer care. Gaww-dammit!
chimEra / saaniidotcom
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Navajo poet from NW new mexico. 8221; I smiled. Step on a calculated concrete crack. Come on—let’s go get a burger.”. If he had been a few hours earlier. And had chosen something vegetarian or pescatarian. Maybe we wouldn’t now both be lonely. But, as it now stands. We are both the 1/10th. Unholy 1/10th never mentioned in gasoline prices. We are only visible when we congregate in unfortunate and unwieldy clots. We are the spit out lime rinds. Fragrant, but inedible. We are the bits of salt unlicked.
chimEra / saaniidotcom: Drama at the laundromat
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Navajo poet from NW new mexico. Drama at the laundromat. The laundromat is not the place to have emotions. At a laundromat, any emotion is interpreted as drama. Sit silently and watch the rotating metal drum spin your clothes. Slosh Wash away memories. Whir. Rinse away pain. Bzzz. Spin away heartache. It's best to quietly admire and acknowledge the water jets flooding the detergent tray. Minutes digitally ticking down to zero. Until you are no longer interested. No longer care. Gaww-dammit!
chimEra / saaniidotcom
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Navajo poet from NW new mexico. Colored wax scrubbed enthusiastically. Frozen over dried stereotypic leaves. I didn't know I was supposed to remove. The little plastic collar stays. When it was time to iron. Sand washed over hands shoved firmly. Into bell tails, containing sips of ocean. This is really pretty! All the poems you post are spectacular! PARABÉNS AMEI , OLHA DÁ UMA OLHADA NO MEU, SUA VISÃO É EMOCIONAL É INCRIVEL. sidenyk.blogspot.com dIÁRIO DE UM PENSADOR. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
chimEra / saaniidotcom
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Navajo poet from NW new mexico. You are a mysterious and enchanting mistress and sister. I kiss your smooth hands and cheeks. I gaze gently with so many questions into your dark eyes. Life, you are simultaneously the goddess I worship. And the demon that haunts and hunts me. Only you, Life, can wring and shred my heart with challenges and strife,. But still caress my soul with a touch as distilled as bird’s whisper, a butterfly’s sigh. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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