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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry: August 2006
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry. DE GUICHE: Have you read 'Don Quixote'? DE GUICHE: Then I counsel you to study the windmill chapter! Windmill sails may sweep you down into the mud! CYRANO: Or upward - to the stars! Wednesday, August 23, 2006. I feel myself reaching out anonymously,. Sliding into the vastness. Touching an accelerated mindscape where I. Close off to shelves around me piled high. It's a sad state to need this. With artificial reality to get my kicks. When not long ago I was. View ...
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry: October 2006
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry. DE GUICHE: Have you read 'Don Quixote'? DE GUICHE: Then I counsel you to study the windmill chapter! Windmill sails may sweep you down into the mud! CYRANO: Or upward - to the stars! Monday, October 30, 2006. On Reading of Messines. As the mandrills pock-egged and gnarled. Came tumbling through the. I sat and rubbed the ghoul's. What frozen way do you count this waste. Strewn like a beggar's wage. By men too full of pride and plenty. An imperial house of idiots.
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry: September 2006
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry. DE GUICHE: Have you read 'Don Quixote'? DE GUICHE: Then I counsel you to study the windmill chapter! Windmill sails may sweep you down into the mud! CYRANO: Or upward - to the stars! Wednesday, September 13, 2006. View from a Desk. Casting a glass eye round. He feels winks fall. On his polished page. Nothing simple and beautiful. He knows that,. Like a childhood pledge. Yet bells toll hollow success. He consents to pride. On a Monumental scale. And bar rooms,.
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry: December 2006
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry. DE GUICHE: Have you read 'Don Quixote'? DE GUICHE: Then I counsel you to study the windmill chapter! Windmill sails may sweep you down into the mud! CYRANO: Or upward - to the stars! Thursday, December 07, 2006. Observations Waiting for Trains. Or the Alain de Botton and David Ogilvy shuffle. Travelling to work Monday from Kings Cross to Edgecliff Station]. Understanding money can make a difference. In New Zealand, the daily grind is a perfectly. Prayer to Unswer...
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry: Christmas Meditations '06
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry. DE GUICHE: Have you read 'Don Quixote'? DE GUICHE: Then I counsel you to study the windmill chapter! Windmill sails may sweep you down into the mud! CYRANO: Or upward - to the stars! Wednesday, January 03, 2007. When did the gods stop pissing and shitting. When did they stop fucking bulls on Attic plains. When did Dionysiac lust leave the heavens for. Hades and when did we forget that god was a human shame. Aphrodite's heaving breast seduced Adonis.
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry: The Breakfast Rat
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry. DE GUICHE: Have you read 'Don Quixote'? DE GUICHE: Then I counsel you to study the windmill chapter! Windmill sails may sweep you down into the mud! CYRANO: Or upward - to the stars! Wednesday, January 10, 2007. And turned up his rat nose. At the milk-sodden tax haven -. Stick his rat-faced jaw together with. Tarry-milk-wheat-mud like viscous sludge -. He knew better than this. They don't eat the bodies of the. Rat babies like the three squeals.
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry: Another Visitation
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry. DE GUICHE: Have you read 'Don Quixote'? DE GUICHE: Then I counsel you to study the windmill chapter! Windmill sails may sweep you down into the mud! CYRANO: Or upward - to the stars! Sunday, January 28, 2007. A broken door scores. His rage at forgotten names. An order too far invisible. Manifest in round flat. Crusted insects smeared across. Microwave mummified from within. Exploded eggs and year-old beans. Overflowed milo and molten meat. A history of papers.
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry: November 2006
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry. DE GUICHE: Have you read 'Don Quixote'? DE GUICHE: Then I counsel you to study the windmill chapter! Windmill sails may sweep you down into the mud! CYRANO: Or upward - to the stars! Wednesday, November 29, 2006. I watch him stagger and grow. With nimble-ing fingers clutch. Uncovered on his way. Turning to me -. His eureka moments devoured. Like a Columbus or Polo -. Awareness of possibilities with. Each new touch -. A wireless touch that. Transfixing - driving me.
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry: January 2007
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry. DE GUICHE: Have you read 'Don Quixote'? DE GUICHE: Then I counsel you to study the windmill chapter! Windmill sails may sweep you down into the mud! CYRANO: Or upward - to the stars! Sunday, January 28, 2007. A broken door scores. His rage at forgotten names. An order too far invisible. Manifest in round flat. Crusted insects smeared across. Microwave mummified from within. Exploded eggs and year-old beans. Overflowed milo and molten meat. A history of papers.
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry: Hot Chips and a Coke
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The Windmill - grinding life into poetry. DE GUICHE: Have you read 'Don Quixote'? DE GUICHE: Then I counsel you to study the windmill chapter! Windmill sails may sweep you down into the mud! CYRANO: Or upward - to the stars! Tuesday, January 23, 2007. Hot Chips and a Coke. In this time of food phobia. Is a schoolboy delight. Carrying fries in a paper cup. Wrapped in a grease-stained bag. I can feel the glares. My peers and people. For being so irresponsible -. Raising my cholesterol -. As my doctor says.
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