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Poetry Friday

HEAVY SNOWFALL IN A YEAR GONE PAST

Heavy snowfall in a year gone past hammered the sudden edge of the house foundations to a rounder world a whiter light after the end of day. My favorite coat, lush sable in color, a petty fake that warmed me to the ears hangs after the seasons a [...]

Video Poetry (Reasoned Edition)

THE WEAKERTHANS – THE REASONS

How I don’t know how to sing,

I can barely play this thing, But you never seem to mind, And you tell me to fuck off, When I need somebody to, How you make me laugh so hard, How whole years refuse to stay, Where we told them to [...]

Quote of the Day

Kind of wish I had received this before posting recent reactionary blog posts … but will be something to keep in mind going forward.

THE POWER OF AN AUTUMN LEAF

In working with the setting sun or confused world, the attitude of the warrior is like an autumn leaf floating down a river. It doesn’t [...]

Quote of the Day

BASIC SANITY

In contrast to the traditional medical model of disturbances, the Buddhist approach is founded on the belief that basic sanity is operative in all states of mind. Confusion, from this point of view, is two-sided: it creates a need, a demand for sanity. This hungry nature of confusion is very powerful and very [...]

Poetry Friday

Thursday’s early morning storm provides the inspiration for this week’s edition of Poetry Friday.

Spring Snow  

A spring snow coincides with plum blossoms. In a month, you will forget, then remember when nine ravens perched in the elm sway in wind.

I will remember when I brake to a stop, and a hubcap rolls [...]

Video Poetry (part ‘Merkin)

AMERICA by Allen Ginsberg

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can’t stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb. I don’t feel good don’t bother me. I won’t write my [...]

Quote of the Day

Taking Leave of a Friend

Blue mountains to the north of the walls, White river winding about them; Here we must make separation And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.

Mind like a floating wide cloud, Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance. [...]