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Possibly Inevitable ( original poem for Ash Wednesday ) | Marking Time
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A Mark Nielsen Joint: Post-Punk Prophecies, Praise and Punditry for Progressive People With Both Brains and Soul. Posted by: Mark Nielsen. March 9, 2011. Possibly Inevitable ( original poem for Ash Wednesday ). Jordan River, in a place where crossing is treacherous. By MS Nielsen, M.D [Master of Disaster]. 3/4-8/11 ,. Composed midway through a viewing of the documentary film “Rumi: Turning Ecstatic” ). That victory would come through surrender,. Transformation through total annihilation,. The Son of Man,.
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Breaking Cabin Fever (Saint Finian’s Song) – original poem by Mark Nielsen | Marking Time
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A Mark Nielsen Joint: Post-Punk Prophecies, Praise and Punditry for Progressive People With Both Brains and Soul. Posted by: Mark Nielsen. March 16, 2015. Breaking Cabin Fever (Saint Finian’s Song) – original poem by Mark Nielsen. St Finian’s Wild Geese. Breaking Cabin Fever (St. Finian’s Song). 8212; 3/16/15, Linne Woods and Prairie, Morton Grove, IL. On a muddy morning,. Whose woods these are. I think I know),. I’m rambling, off the beaten path. I walk where only deer have gone. Improvising my route,.
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a dark, quiet magic (orig. “Magical Realism” prose poem by Mark Nielsen) | Marking Time
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A Mark Nielsen Joint: Post-Punk Prophecies, Praise and Punditry for Progressive People With Both Brains and Soul. Posted by: Mark Nielsen. May 5, 2015. A dark, quiet magic (orig. “Magical Realism” prose poem by Mark Nielsen). A dark, quiet magic. I have known the mystery of a dark, quiet magic. The poetic wonder, ugly beauty, and vague fear when some parallel universe comes into a blurred half-focus, and the aura of what is possible brushes lightly against the cheek of what is real and here and now.