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Danse Macabre 8: WRITING THE FUTURE by Digby Wolfe & Jim Linnell
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An Online Alternative Literary Journal. WRITING THE FUTURE by Digby Wolfe and Jim Linnell. Because we live in a culture enthralled by "the numbers", where almost all human endeavor is measured by whether or not it "sells", the unfamiliar bears a special burden. Whether it's the occupation of Iraq or a car that runs on recycled bath water, the challenge of creative thinking is trumped by the gospel of quick results. Who ever heard of this title? Who is this writer anyway? We'd lose our shirt! The human co...
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Danse Macabre 10: October 12, 1935 – September 6, 2007
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As in, X). October 12, 1935 – September 6, 2007. Tu pure, o Principessa,. Nella tua fredda stanza. Che tremano d'amore e di speranza. Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me,. Il nome mio nessun saprà! No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò,. Quando la luce splenderà! Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio. Che ti fa mia. Il nome suo nessun saprà. E noi dovrem, ahimè, morir, morir! Dilegua, o notte! Even you, o Princess, in your cold room,. Watch the stars, that tremble with love and with hope. The Chorus of women.
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Danse Macabre 10: EVA ZEISEL: Beset and Bewitched by History by Joyce Corbett
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As in, X). EVA ZEISEL: Beset and Bewitched by History by Joyce Corbett. What do you say to a Living Legend? On meeting Eva: It is hard to connect this beautiful, frail person with the iconic Eva. She begins the conversation with her famous: “Now tell me about YOU! 8221; Instead of my interviewing her, she has interviewed me! And she has offered us everything.what more can you ask? We like to tell our heroes how much we admire their work. When they ask “what about YOU? 8221; Her natural curiosity about ev...
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Danse Macabre 10: LOHENGRIN
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As in, X). The miracle of the Grail - Lohengrin is chosen to be the protector of the king's daughter Elsa of Brabant. Wall painting by Wilhelm Hauschild. Legend is the continuation of the Parzival. The swan knight of the Holy Grail then marries the king's daughter Elsa. Tapestry painting by A. V. Heckel. Treulich geführt ziehet dahin,. Wo euch der Segen der Liebe bewahr'! Siegreicher Mut, Minnegewinn. Eint euch in Treue zum seligsten Paar. Streiter der Tugend, schreite voran! Faithfully guided, draw near.
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Danse Macabre 4: Elizabethean Poetry
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Through memory's doors I skip. Knocking fall snow off my shoes. I skid across the marble floor. The gym- -concert hall tonight- -. Smells like it did forty years ago. Sweaty socks glazed over. The audience is small. Once we were many,. The town growing, not this worn. Old woman, her treasures. Extracted like local mines¹ ores. The lights go down. Imreh takes the stage. Formed of Danubian delicacy. And steel- -Rumanian,. Redhead- -redolent of eastern. Her shiny gray strapless top. Caresses her, silhouettes.
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Danse Macabre 4: Knowledge
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It don't matter what song. Dinah Washington sings, 'cuz. Her voice makes 'em all. Torch songs of indigo fire;. When a Sabbath breeze fingers your cheeks,. Otis Redding rings even deeper. Inside the satin holes pocking. The thought of another pubescent staircase. Essays by Felicia Florine Campbell and John Clare. Humour by Anonymous Web Composers. Poetry by Adam Henry Carriere, Bob Priest, Elisabeth I. Riseden, and Robert David Michael Cerello. Robert David Michael Cerello. Is the afternoon host of WITF /...
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Danse Macabre 13: LATE BLOOMERS a Poem by Steven Kilpatrick
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LATE BLOOMERS a Poem by Steven Kilpatrick. These grovel churned damp soil to life. The flower off the grave. Fans a nocent scent. That rises, lurks and stumbles like the rose. Neighborly smiles borne flesh that’s torn—yet terribly craven. These grovel churned damp soil to life. The flower off the grave. Reanimates the starving. Drowned among rust shoveled waves. Tollways of dust-trod-empty-feet dance death in body’s clothes. These grovel churned damp soil to life. The flower off the grave. Menu de la lune.
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Danse Macabre V: Bella musica alte Wien
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An online literary journal. Bella musica alte Wien. With pianist Karen Haid. Play from a live recital at the Summerlin Library in Las Vegas, Nevada. By RDM Cerello, John Clare, Joyce Corbett, and William N. Thompson. By Felicia Florine Campbell, Adam Henry Carriere, and Kim Idol. By John Clare (violin) and Karen Haid (piano). By Adam Henry Carriere, Elisabeth I. Riseden, and Robert David Michael Cerello. Robert David Michael Cerello. Is currently an MFA student at UNLV, where she teaches writing courses&...
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Danse Macabre 13: OCTOBER a Sonnet by Robert David Michael Cerello
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OCTOBER a Sonnet by Robert David Michael Cerello. How diff'rent October- whose energy is dark,. Writing its change in stricken leaves of red,. In gusts, grey clouds' lines, blue sky (intense),. Of urgency spurring actions. If Spring's bright. Are glints of morning sun on wavelets thrown,. Autumn is shadows cloak'd in a brilliance; haste. Measuring acts with sinews; time's fleeting days'. Speaking commands of frost from bright Danger's. October can lull; but past its summer cloak,. Menu de la lune. DM 2 -...
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Danse Macabre 13: MAGNIFICAT a Poem by Elizabeth I. Riseden
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MAGNIFICAT a Poem by Elizabeth I. Riseden. Sierra and Sage stand. On the upended blue tub. Arms reaching, harvesting. I rush, mold quick cookies. To celebrate Mothers Day. Why don’t I stop? Picking, worshiping apple pink. Outdoors more than indoor. Distractions; barrel, blossoms,. Gray day warm enough to pick;. Oven, sugar, fat, flour. Chocolate, stirred in a frenzy. Of forgetting that we work. In fragility- -shaping, mixing, picking- -. While the kids’ war-. Deployed Daddy could be dead. Menu de la lune.