SANITY HAS LOST ITS MIND

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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

HELLO ALL!

Since I received such a massive response to my queries, I am going to lay out a lighter mode of writing, casual-poetry. I call it bite-size quotations; the sort of thing one would print on a white T-shirt. I will be taking a short break in the coming days, best wishes, enjoy the bites. MAX COHEN "I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

"NEWS ALERT"!! - I think you have quite a good idea of what and how I write. I want to get a book of my writing published. Please write in ideas, addresses, proceedures one needs to go through. Send anything that seems remotely useful - I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO TACKLE THIS SUBJECT! MARK P. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sanity has lost its mind Head on the pillow. Head on the floor. Head under the ground. Clouds in the blue sky. Clouds blocking the roads. Clouds rambling through my brain. Hope is found in the child’s playfulness. Hope is ground down with the years. Hopelessness remains. Love is endless. Love solves... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 29, 2007

Written on 7.7.07 - what more could you ask for!

With the lap-top on my knees, my fingers flying over the keyboard, I'm like Louis Armstrong with his lips around the trumpet Jimi Hendrix crashing his electric guitar The whore with her shining red cunt A combat pilot with the one-ton bomb A p. computer with the wisdom of a pig The lover caught in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Counting crows Jumping, sliding along a blue rail, The crow seems at home next to the half-eaten somethings On plates, in the open-air restaurant. Another one, cheekier than the first, lands On one of the white plates, pecks, attacks a piece of dry bread. The loud resonating tune the four crows make... Sign in to see full entry.

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Two short pieces on the popular subject - LOVE, written a few hours ago...

I always liked the taste of heated-up leftovers. It's true that food acquires a thicker tastiness; Not so Love relationships: Heated-up Love will take you straight to the devil. No wonder one FALLS in Love. You lose absolute control Like falling into a pit In the middle of a dark, cold night. © Mark... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 28, 2007

Marooned Here I sit, wordless, Marooned, forgotten. I let my feelings float along with the music: Oud & guitar. Outside, on the other side of the window, The rain is spitting onto the cold, forever wet tarmac. According to the front page of the entertainment section of my weekend paper, Everyone is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Woe, Alas, Ah! (the mistackes poem) Woe, woe, woe. How the all is disconnected: These departed autonomies are one homogeneous unit. the language are freak mutation. Thou philosophie were a spelling mistake. יו poets are grinning with DECEIVE???? now i have an ‘eadache that was caused by thius... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 27, 2007

Much invisible pain She's like a child with a new toy (a toy her grandchildren could play with) She's discovered the wonders of saying NO, not right now, perhaps, or not answering at all I respond in my inherent English manner quiet, patience, sudden thunderous useless rage and then apologetic... Sign in to see full entry.

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Quotation from the Museum wall “…One does it. One just does it, out of madness, out of obsession… I have always failed.” Giacometti “I don’t do it. I just don’t do it; clutching at being sane, for a quiet day… I have always succeeded at doing nothing.” Pollins Mark The most useless protest song I... Sign in to see full entry.

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