Archive for March, 2015

dark news by Alan Summers | tinywords

Nina Simone | Do What You Gotta Do

Miles Davis Kind Of Blue

Theodore Roethke / The Lost Son

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THE LOST SON

1. The Flight

At Woodlawn I Heard the dead cry:
I was lulled by the slamming of iron,
A slow drip over stones,
Toads brooding wells.
All the leaves stuck out their tongues;
I shook the softening chalk of my bones,
Saying,
Snail, snail, glister me forward,
Bird, soft-sigh me home,
Worm, be with me.
This is my hard time.

Fished in an old wound,
The soft pond of repose;
Nothing nibbled my line,
Not even the minnows came.

Sat in an empty house
Watching shadows crawl,
Scratching.
There was one fly.

Voice, come out of the silence.
Say something.
Appear in the form of a spider
Or a moth beating the curtain.

Tell me:
Which is the way I take;
Out of what door do I go,
Where and to whom?

Dark hollows said, lee to the wind,
The moon said, back of an eel,
The…

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Il Postino – Theme-Itzhak Perlman

Tommy Edwards – Please Mr. Sun –1959

Francisco Goya’s ‘Third of May’ 1808

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Goya’s ‘Third of May’

EXPLICATION by Anne Boyer | a glimpse of

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Demonstrating Precarity: Vulnerability, Embodiment, and Resistance | The Los Angeles Review of Books

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Judith Butler and Arne De Boever

Demonstrating Precarity: Vulnerability, Embodiment, and Resistance | The Los Angeles Review of Books.

A Longhouse Birdhouse: WANG AN-SHIH ~

Wandering Out With A Full Moon To
Eightfold-Integrity River

Thoughts turned far away from you,
confusion rife, I can’t sleep. Finally

I rise, gaze up into bright stars, then
saddle a horse and wander the road

east, thinking rivers and mountains
might ease my worries. I know you

are no dinner. Come: we’ll ladle out

clouds together here at their source.

A Longhouse Birdhouse: WANG AN-SHIH ~.