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babbling as poetry: June 2007
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Thursday, June 28, 2007. Mine is an island. Surrounded by the sea,. Which would one day kill me. Sand beneath me slips time. Passing through a bottomless pit,. Home suddenly vanishing while I sit. Our planet separate but the same,. Slowly rebuilding itself came. The life worms we brought,. Digging deep without water,. And somehow so much better. Links to this post. Monday, June 25, 2007. Gods that Fray on the Edges. There was light in the middle. And for a long time, I could see. That flit at the edges,.
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bucolic(in)action: May 2009
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Saturday, May 23, 2009. And here, I should commend (and be grateful to the high heavens) to the three who did make a tremendous effort to respond. Ben, who I never really appreciated as much as I should and who for some reason is misunderstood by some, for the comment. I apologize for the distress, dear friend. And even though you barely understood what I wrote, the effort was well-appreciated. But most importantly, I truly value your unceasing ability to make me laugh. Where to, Ms. Daisy?
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bucolic(in)action: September 2007
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007. I know it is Daddy’s birthday. I was born with this ability to remember the birthdays of just about everybody who matter to me it’s uncanny…or maybe not. I have been trimming down that list of significant people in my life over the years that I’m down to twenty. I mean unless I have Alzheimer’s, I think I’d be able to remember at least twenty significant dates. Conveniently though, I ran out of prepaid phone load. So that’s that. I’m sorry about that. But with you, I can be...
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bucolic(in)action: June 2007
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Thursday, June 28, 2007. Nostalgia as sounding board. Men accumulate more ignorance than they can assimilate and people are bundled of prejudices wrapped in misinformation and tied together with rubber bands of mistakes. So who ever said I'm no longer cynical? All this time I've been preaching radical positivism, but when push comes to shove, I'm as neurotic a person as they come. Only death as surcease from paradox can fully heal me of this affliction by the modern man. Unfortunately, I'm one of them.
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The Chronicle of Change: June 2010
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The Chronicle of Change. The world and life - as chronicled by a lowly earth-bound traveler. Friday, June 4, 2010. Casting Call for a Film. As chronicled by Glenn Ala. Reposted from Cherry Alba). PROJECT RAINCLOUD CASTING CALL. Cinema One Originals 2010 Film directed by Joaquin Pedro Valdes. All actors must be open to shoot on location for 7 days straight (August 1 to 9). All actors must be willing to do intense workshops with the Director prior to the shooting dates. NO BAD CHILD-ACTOR HABITS. Good look...
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The Chronicle of Change: September 2010
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The Chronicle of Change. The world and life - as chronicled by a lowly earth-bound traveler. Thursday, September 16, 2010. As chronicled by Glenn Ala. See related posts on: Blogging. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be. Y fue a esa edad. Llegó la poesía. A buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde. Salió, de invierno o río. No sé cómo ni cuándo,.
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The Chronicle of Change: March 2011
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The Chronicle of Change. The world and life - as chronicled by a lowly earth-bound traveler. Friday, March 11, 2011. As chronicled by Glenn Ala. Listen to the wind as it howls in the dark of the night. Owls turn their heads in the middle of flight. Something’s coming for you and you know it’s coming tonight. Flashing up ahead you are blinded by the light. Open up your eyes look around you will see the signs. The planets and the stars have decided to align. Drowning in my bed spinning into a dive. See rel...
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babbling as poetry: May 2007
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007. It did not rain. I go back finding myself going that way these days. Back home when it was still there. Now it's Stein-like: there is no there there.anymore. Back to an April turned less arid by a profusion of tears. As I run after Tito Willy, who became as elusive. As words, as dead as death itself;. Back to a dream-like November,. Mama looking straight into my eyes from her deathbed,. Calling me by her dead son's name. I ran away only to run back only to run after her. Heat pain ...
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The Chronicle of Change: The Green Lantern
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The Chronicle of Change. The world and life - as chronicled by a lowly earth-bound traveler. Monday, May 23, 2011. As chronicled by Glenn Ala. See related posts on: Movies. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be. Y fue a esa edad. Llegó la poesía. A buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde. Salió, de invierno o río. No sé cómo ni cuándo,.
