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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 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 19: Roxanne Hoffman
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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. The doctor reads my response and chuckles to himself. “Well at least, you don’t feel like killing yourself! That’s good news. You know more about this than me. You’ve had this all your life. What do you usually take? 8220;Her primary care physician gave her a ...
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danse macabre 19: Adam Henry Carriere
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Kiss Me on the Freeway. E’d run from the pastures of grass. To sing and dance in a car he didn’t own. Palm trees and faded neon passed. While dreams bounced inside,. The padded shoulders of memory agreed,. The pestle and mortal sin were sumptuous;. The worth of studying failed history aside,. This morphine-like lullaby still works,. Like a Cartier charm. Without the bother of incriminating ledgers,. The punky kiss still arouses deep passion. Across the trench of time. Mis-spent in the distance. SLS is af...
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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...
