Friday, September 11, 2009
Madonna and Baby Jesus
Madonna and Baby Jesus...the supreme subject... Some call her Mary, others call Madonna, or the mother of Jesus, she was frail, gentle and absolute, little Jesus was her first work of art, the toddler probably wondered why some crawled and became twisted like broken branches when in his presence, he...
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Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Pimping out our love in poetry...
Some love affairs go on too long in our heads, The truth is we have become our own sad poems, Our mouths opening and closing, weeping and wailing, Loud fingers, disconnected, while our strangeness and clumsiness yearns for the fire of yesterday’s love, half falling over ourselves in the dark,...
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Monday, August 31, 2009
Poetry, a natural thing by Robert Duncan
Neither our vices nor our virtues further the poem. "They came up and died just like they do every year on the rocks." The poem feeds upon thought, feeling, impulse, to breed...itself, a spiritiual urgency at the dark ladders leaping. This beauty is an inner persistence toward the source striving...
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Monday, August 24, 2009
Insects compared to man...
Evolution favors us but compared to man... INSECTS COMPARED TO MAN Evolution favors us but compared to man, we’re built inside out and upside down with an ugly face, We have no bones, our skeleton external, to grow we must molt which takes a little trouble, Like man, most of us live to work, mate...
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
Poetry is all around us...in art and music. Click on below and enjoy!
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Friday, August 14, 2009
I'm over the hill, on the way down...I like birthdays, don't like aging...
Birthdays Not surprisingly birthdays come on like villians knocking at our doors, tap, tap, tap, shifty-eyed fast speaking salesmen peddling love, wisdom, youth and popularity pushing substitutes in bottles, tiny millimeters of hope Shifter stones, natal lovers, dark aliens, eavesdropping our days...
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Who should live and who should die?
I think a lot about our men arguing over who should die and who should live, I think about how they worry about the sky dropping fire and brimstone on them and all they love... Who should die and who should live? I think a lot about our men arguing over who should die and who should live, I think...
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
A puzzling picture of Jesus...
Christ Mocked by Soldiers (1932) Rouault Jesus is sitting not standing with nothing around him to gather our senses on, we can only consider closely what he will orwon't do next, as he went about his business of the universe relentlessly withholding his radiance and splendor, as the winds spindled...
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Friday, July 17, 2009
I am woman...An instrument of Love...
Venus (1508-10) - Giorgione doing penace For I am not he I am she and not a myth Sometimes I must sleep alone and suffer trhe pain of division I stand behind my man because I am strong not weak. Only God can annul the paper made from the tree that bonded ManandWife.
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Hermes the prankster of the Gods, sired Dionysus,
the first New Year's baby.... the love child of Zeus and a pregant Semele, who died when a wish backfired because love between a God and a mortal, cannot safely be; Zeus quickly plucked her unborn fetus from her dying womb, to stash in his thigh til born, becoming tired of the extra weight, he then...
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