Category: Poetry
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The Aesthetics Of Anger When said the moon to the stars in the sky A small boy was born upon the day his mother died Upon his 30th day did also rise An only son in September. And when he was young and death did follow Him like a bird and left him hollow…
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And now alas yet another poem from my destructions, You, witness to and here in new flesh and new skin. The skin of hero, the skin of snake, the skin of monster, the skin of saint all Gradually and eventually shedding piece by piece living and dying and Reinventing the world. Poems, photographs, enemies and…
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I have spent most of my life (like most people)avoiding transcendence at all costs, mainlybecause the shit hurts. Merely defining transcen-dence can sometimes be painful. I once heard that“Transcendence is the act of going through some-thing”. Ouch. I see plate glass windows anddivorces. Someone else told me that it was “risingabove whatever one encountered in…
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“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that…
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Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find the mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love. ~…
