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Bones | How Fortunate The Man With None
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How Fortunate The Man With None. 124; Comments RSS. Posted on 9 June, 2011. Even though crows pick at your bones,. Still you dream,. Listing, beating,. Your teeth sharpen with rot. A lower jaw,. Still where waifs left you:. Broken wing damn. They knew. To bury you, like the oyster. And its grain of sand,. Beneath sludge and darkness,. So many layers,. You almost believe they. Will never stop. Still. You wait with hawkweed, watching. South-west, where sea threads. The Points. She. And without a word,.
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July | 2011 | How Fortunate The Man With None
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How Fortunate The Man With None. 124; Comments RSS. Thinking about the 20th Century. Posted on 27 July, 2011. Tiny spheres of nothing. In the urine-coloured liquid. They do not rise –. Just all about is falling. I often mix them. So does the river. And it does not matter. I’ll wander up and down. For a button shop. The one you press. To end it all. 124; 3 Comments. Tea parties on neptune. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. How Fortunate The Man With None. Blog at WordPress.com.
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May | 2011 | How Fortunate The Man With None
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How Fortunate The Man With None. 124; Comments RSS. Posted on 21 May, 2011. We followed quietness and flickering. Orchids down a throat of wind. Walls hung with jugglers’ cloaks,. Tatters of ochre, red and gold. People glanced from the edge. Of fields smooth as baize. We watched while we slept,. Their song infecting us with madness. As we sang along. By evening, river’s turbid shadow. Is thrown across the valley floor. And mud and clay suck lightness from the air. Veins throbbing darkly underneath.
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How Fortunate The Man With None | Worth the paper it's not printed on | Page 2
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How Fortunate The Man With None. 124; Comments RSS. Death of the Author (experimental short story). Posted on 2 June, 2011. Death of the experimental author. Experimental death of the short author. Author of the short, experimental, death. Short mental experiment: it wasn’t working, you see. It was his style. There was a market for this kind of stuff, but it wasn’t his style. I’m not sure any of them believed me. It isn’t that I. Tell them, it’s that I. I asked. I didn’t care one way or the other, I ...
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Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Author Archives: rick vick. Just rick vick doodling etc. 10 April, 2013. If, for one blink. I saw as you see. In your cobalt eyes. I would die in that apparition. Idea of self shatter to fragments. You observe so closely, so remotely. Is it ‘I’ that those lenses receive. Or some other arrangement of creation? Meeting your un-blinking gaze. A black hole opens. Never so l close as this where I come from –. Your dark discretion always at a distance. I may ...
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Daryl | Normal for Stroud
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Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. 17 March, 2013. Jesus and the Therapist Rabbi. Therapist Rabbi, you have much experience in offering advice on relationships. So tell me this: is it normal if a man asks a woman to dust his penis with flour and then inspect it for fingerprints? Ah, no. I don’t think that’s normal. Well mother didn’t seem to mind doing it to me! Jesus and the Parable of the Wall. 19 February, 2013. Has he forgotten about us? And he told the parable. Picture the scene....
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Hesitation | How Fortunate The Man With None
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How Fortunate The Man With None. 124; Comments RSS. Posted on 23 September, 2011. Tonight I hesitate to call you. A shepherd’s sky. If scarlet coated clouds. Are marching before an onslaught of night,. What will the morning bring? The smell of salt is on the wind,. The sea is seething at me, reaches,. Then gently kisses my feet. If I bathe. Will the cold take me? Is watching and waiting above the bay,. Soft light warming in its eye. When the last. Rays are gone, will the colour leach. Or will it still.
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A critique of (post) modern art | How Fortunate The Man With None
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How Fortunate The Man With None. 124; Comments RSS. A critique of (post) modern art. Posted on 2 June, 2011. A critique of (post) modern art is widely considered to be the poet’s best work,. Long since rejected by the artist himself for being too far behind the times, while. At the same time lauded by the critics as too far ahead, it is at once breathtaking both. For its simplicity, in which it cuts neatly to Pound’s bone , and. For its complex social message, worthy of a Ginsberg epic rant.
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Normal for Stroud | Stroud Pamphlet Poets | Page 2
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Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Newer posts →. Jesus and the Unruly Swans Parable. 10 November, 2012. It came to pass that Jesus was wandering around the centre of Jerusalem. As an itinerant preacher, wandering was what he did best: for it was only in opening his mouth and engaging other human beings in conversation that things tended to go wrong. And as he walked, Jesus overheard two farmers talking about their profession. But another man, who had heard Jesus speak on earlier occasio...
