May 2012
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What nation isn't built upon blood?
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Katie's niece:
“Madelyn says while looking at a picture of you: ‘Are you and….. um… justin bieber…. i mean, his name is not justin bieber. It starts with a J but I can’t remember what it is’”
Awesome…
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blankcanvus:
Paradoxymoron by mariachi2006 on Flickr.
Patrick Hughes
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Properties of Color
Some see colors as different shades and different hues I see wavelengths in-between me and you
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Instruments of Crashing
You exit the car face pressing past the glass breaking the ice before you perform the weightless dance of death impromptu pirouettes your limbs are free from form the car conducts the instruments of crashing saxophones squeal as metal slides percussion plays on the pavement trombones are moaning in the back seat cymbals circle in the smoke flutes and clarinets bring it home ...
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every year you say last year the fireworks flew longer
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Over Styrofoam
You slapped me for a reason that ended up false
My reflexive hand suddenly met your arm
We spent the night in circles
of reasoning
in our minds
drove around the roundabout
waiting for apologies that would never leave our lips
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"O victory forget your underwear we're free"
- Howl, Ginsberg
I’m off to forget about addictive Internet sites and to go read poetry by the laureates.
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who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of...
Howl - Allen Ginsberg
Melting
I want to sleep. Better yet, I’d rather melt right through the couch. Taking lint, quarters, and pieces of candy as I go. And when I reach the floor I’ll find its holes and sink through those too. Like water sneaking in the pores of concrete while trapped air screams little gasping bubbles to the surface. Hopefully then the earth may drink me, as I purify all the trash we’ve...
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First lines of Ron Padgett's poem "How Long"
How long do you want to go on being the person you think you are? How Long, a city in China.
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The third to last line is why I love poetry.
The Nomad Flute by W.S. Merwin
You that sang to me once sing to me now let me hear your long lifted note survive with me the star is fading I can think farther than that but I forget do you hear me
do you still hear me does your air remember you oh breath of morning night song morning song I have with me all that I do not know I have lost none of it
but I know better now than to ask you where...
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W.S. MERWIN:
I love the city, but I also love the country and I realize that when I’m in the city I miss the country all the time, and when I’m in the country I miss the city some of the time. So what I do now is live in the country and go to the city some of the time.
No, I don't think you understand. You didn't write...