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“La poesia è un ologramma del mondo” – Shuntaro Tanikawa: ‘Letters’ e poesie – vengodalmare

 

Video Lettera n.6

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Before We Were Born

When you were yet unborn
and I was yet unborn,
we smelled together the scent of the air
when lightning sliced the cloudy sky.
And I realized that
some day suddenly we would meet
on an ordinary street corner here on Earth.

Shuntaro Tanikawa

from “La poesia è un ologramma del mondo” – Shuntaro Tanikawa: ‘Letters’ e poesie

Source: “La poesia è un ologramma del mondo” – Shuntaro Tanikawa: ‘Letters’ e poesie – vengodalmare

Hillary Clinton to #BlackLivesMatter in Video, “I Don’t Believe You Change Hearts…” | GOOD.

Part One

Part Two

Hillary Clinton and #blacklivesmatter

We’ve Opened the Gates of Hell: Fukushima Spews Radiation World-Wide | Global Research

 

Image Image by William Banzai

We’ve Opened the Gates of Hell: Fukushima Spews Radiation World-Wide | Global Research.

LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs on Building Your Lineage | Poets and Writers

 

LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs on Building Your Lineage | Poets and Writers.

Zeitgeist Spam: RIP Lou Reed

http://www.johnbr.com/zeitgeist_spam/2013/10/rip-lou-reed-this-is-a-masterpiece.html

Bruce Chatwin and Werner Herzog – the Anatomy of Restlessness / Vitro Nasu

Vitro Nasu » Blog Archive » Bruce Chatwin and Werner Herzog – the Anatomy of Restlessness.

Rise of the naked female warriors | World news | The Guardian

Rise of the naked female warriors | World news | The Guardian.

Hello, John Ono Lennon, on Your Birthday Anniversary October 9, 1940

for the other half of the sky  ~ John Lennon

Osip Mandelstam / Vitro Nasu

Vitro Nasu » Blog Archive » Osip Mandelstam.

A Body Was Given To Me
by Osip Mandelstam

 

A body was given to me – what to do with it,

So unique and so much my own?

 

For the quiet joy of breathing and living,

Who is it, tell me, that I must thank?

 

I am the gardener, I am the flower as well,

In the dungeon of the world I am not alone.

 

On the glass of eternity has already settled

My breathing, my warmth.

 

A pattern prints itself on it,

Unrecognizable of late.

 

Let the lees of the moment trickle down –

The lovely pattern must not be wiped away.

Logic of the World: The Poetics of Robert Kelly / Silliman’s Blog

Poetics of Robert Kelly / Silliman’s Blog