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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. 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,. On nearby ...

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Danse Macabre 4: A Musical Memory...

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In a small town in Wisconsin in the early 1940s, a small girl sits rapt in front of the console radio, building houses out of clothes pins (no Legos then) and listening to the Metropolitan Opera. I was that small girl, seduced into music first by Milton Cross narration of the plots and second by the music itself. That first opera was part of the Ring Cycle and ( Melchior. And Traubel were singing the major roles. I had found a secret world. Essays by Felicia Florine Campbell and John Clare. Is an Objecti...

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Danse Macabre 4: December 2006

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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: January 2007

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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. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 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. Is the aftern...

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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: The Symphony Shostakovitch Never Wrote

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The Symphony Shostakovitch Never Wrote. The neatly-gentrified Mtsensk District plaster. Buckles in all the right grey-painted places;. The aged, yellowing windows rise and fall. In fashionable decay. A well-upholstered citizen's. Slum, drawn to exacting state specifications. Local housing authorities recommend the childless. To abandon empty ravagings and become a true home. I found a bare mattress with a soft, sagging middle age. Lying in the center of the room. Upon closer examination,. Were the pain o...

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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 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.

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Danse Macabre 10: THREE POEMS by William Thompson

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As in, X). THREE POEMS by William Thompson. The Redemption: Sunny Days. Today is my bright sunny day. From whence does my sunshine come. Is it from some shiney tiara. From a gambling ladys golden crown. But you are not the casino snowqueen. In Ontarios frozen tundra breeze. Youve always been an angel in the snow. Its your halo that brings my sunshine to me. Her wooly hood is her tiara. Her royal gowns a pair of jeans. As she plays all the courtly jesters. Wink and say "god save the queen". Cause I didn't...

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Danse Macabre 13: ASHLEY, IT'S SCARLET a Short Story by Felicia Florine Campbell

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ASHLEY, IT'S SCARLET a Short Story by Felicia Florine Campbell. If I hadn't loathed the man so completely, I would have discovered the true nature of Ashley before he had done so much damage. I console myself that even a specialist in occult psychology can be forgiven for not recognizing a seemingly mythological figure walking - or should I say stalking? Of course, only three other people are aware that I am responsible for freeing Joshua U. from the curse of Ashley, or even that he was the curse. The co...

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This is a cautionary tale. Beware of Stick Men. You cannot hear their bones rattle when they walk. You cannot see their darkness when they talk. Coffee will not satisfy them. Where they feed is desolation. The Stick Man probed the edge of her mind. It was a delicious crispy cookie, fresh from the oven. "Hi, I haven't seen you here before. Welcome to the family." He leaned toward her, his voice soft, approving, very different from Jeff's. Could the dingy surroundings reflect the spirit of their owner?

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8230;From the town where I was born,. Has driven my destiny,. The town which I have lost,. My glance is greeting me in my dreams. Vom Dorf, drin ich geboren,. Trieb weit mich das Geschick,. Das Dorf, das ich verloren,. Grüßt jetzt im Traum mein Blick. Ripped from the safety of earth. Aunched at warp speed into deep space, I brace myself against the thrust. The conversation in the control room, already fragmented into squeals and clicks by static, is consumed by the raging roar of rocket engines. 8220; H-...

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An online journal of imaginative verse and prose dedicated to the magical, the ethereal, the supernatural, the dark, the absurd, and the unknown. Tuesday, October 31, 2006. Issue Two - October/November 2006. Posted by Adam Henry Carrière at 3:09 AM. Sunday, February 26, 2006. All Hallow's Eve, Transylvania. Pastures slant up, t'ward black-brow'd mountain. Late in the year, farmers weave haystacks tight;. Then when a globe moon drifts up seas of night,. Windows bar shut. No one of menace speaks,. The Stic...

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No self-respecting literary magazine, esp. one celebrating its 20th gala issue, should be without immortal music. Gustav Mahler's nine symphonies create whole worlds unto themselves, each vivid, fantastical, and profound in turn. Click onto the following link to see a complete video performance (by the UC Davis Symphony Orchestra) of Mahler's timeless Resurrection Symphony. And, in the event you'd like to learn more about this music-master (in English, Deutsche, and Ceski, see also: Mahler-palooza. When ...

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Sunday, December 17, 2006. Posted by Adam Henry Carrière at 1:41 PM. Chocolate marshmallow and Nut candy. You'll need 6 oz. chocolate chips, 1-1/2 Lb. Hershey’s chocolate (use Hershey’s kisses - I use the blocks about .5 lbs.) 1 ea. of milk and dark chocolate, 1 lb. walnuts (leave whole), and 1 lb. of large marshmallows. Posted by Adam Henry Carrière at 2:37 AM. Friday, December 8, 2006. Originally from the Erzgebirge region of Germany, the wood or rope pyramid was the "poor man's Christmas tree." To...

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Danse Macabre 4

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. 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,. On nearby ...

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An online literary journal. Europa, My Europa. She sways, trancelike,. Aroung the crowded palace floor. Despite age, her hips move easily. Through steps well-practiced down her years. Waltzing in a moonglow satin gown. Her broadness compounds joy,. Spins pink-sugar dreams,. Blows particolored bubbles high. Toward the ancient frescoed ceiling. She loses herself in the lilting beat. Delights her feet with the feel of the floor,. The spring of velvet slippers against silk. The orchestra, catches her whim,.

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An online literary journal dedicated to the magical, the imaginative, the ethereal, the supernatural, the coloratura, and the unknown. Three Works by Christopher Perkins. Where words get (re)fabricated. In an age dream. Annie Oakley gets the wolves running. And only if you believe in p. property. Can the scars of wealth develop. Into choice and wish lists. Image and p. culture. Fabricate a national god. A cult god who relocates. To an achievement based land. Free from free to govern. What kind of land.

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Danse Macabre 7

An online literary journal. The Mayor of Casterbridge. The Depth of Ease: DanSheng (detail). 2007 (Photo by Huang Xu. Ah, movies. Fillums. Stardust memories. The. Cool (late '60's to upper-mid '70's); I can go to the gym anytime I want, but they'll never make up for all that lost dream time movies can so magically bestow on a youngin. In order to a) attend the White Sox. I've seen all five Planet of the Apes. Films in one glorious, all-day sitting (still my one day record), and the first three Star Wars.

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An Online Alternative Literary Journal. THREE POEMS by Elizabeth I. Riseden. Through Three Gorges I’m instructed. Mid afternoon mist and coal haze lull me. As does the engine’s thrum. In the ballroom, Edward and Tammy Rhodes. Sit in solitary splendor at the mahogany bar. Nipped and tucked to. Aged dolly proportions, platinum-haired Tammy. Might float from her lavender. But diamonds weight her. She’s smashing perfection except for the right. Drooping from one too many. He pays her no attention as diamond-.

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An Alternative Online Literary Journal. AMERICAN FILM INSTITUTE'S GREATEST MOVIES.or not. 1 " Citizen Kane. OK, this is a cinematic tour de force by a maligned genius going berserk in the filmic toy store. Indeed. But, really, are you as nearly moved or astonished as you are simply impressed by all the ingenuity? This belongs on the list, but.Number One? The Post-Modernist in me says, um, no. 2 " The Godfather. And equally sublime a result, too. 4 " Raging Bull. 5 " Singin' in the Rain. Talk about Epic, ...