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Absit iniuria verbis



eclectic... for all three... the self, the poetry, the style...



eclectic if not eccentric, but that, of course is the aim, the intent and the '..raison d'etre..'



i seek the solace of beauty and remain faithful to its precepts even when it appears to sour and become corrupt....



it always recovers



perfection can always be perfected upon.



i seek the hallowed state of seeing everything around as an inspiration...







and i have had one of those lives that you just don't recommend for anyone...



i know how to have fun though...



enjoy the art.



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Salve, nox, me'amica;

Redi'ut rursum te loquar.

Somnio visio me turbavit.

Et tamen anima non quiescit.

Quod haec visio qui somnio vidit

Manet iam

Silentio sonante.



Inquieta, sole erro

Viis angustis sordidis.

Algor et umida, lacernam

Comprehendo atque corrigo

Me'oculi uruntur tunc luce.

Nox finditur,

Silentio sonante.



Proditi luce, homines

Conspicui ant'oculos

Qui sine verbis loquuntur.

Non intellegentes, audiunt.

Et carmina scribunt; nunquam canunt.

Omnes pavunt

Silentio sonante.



Tum clamo eis his verbis:

"Nonne vos scitis aegrotas?

Audi me; valescatis ergo!

Tange m'intelligatis ergo!

Dum loquar, periunt mea verba,

Silentio sonante.



Homines luc'adorant,

Etsi inclementer lucit.

Et dum specto, subito scio

Monitum ad populum ferre.

Quod fatidica verba Sabura

Scriperunt iam,

Silentio sonante.

....excellent latin version of 'The Sound Of Silence'

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"One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper pattern at the right moment." ~ Hart Crane
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C'est une chanson,

Qui nous ressemble,

Toi qui m'aimais,

Et je t'aimais,

Nous vivions tous les deux ensemble,

Toi qui m'aimais,

Moi qui t'aimais,



Mais la vie s閜are,

Ceux qui s'aiment,

Tout doucement,

Sans faire de bruit,

Et la mer efface sur le sable,

Les pas des amants d閟unis.



Since he went away,

The days grow long...

And soon I'll hear,

Old winter songs,

But I miss you most of all,

My darling, when autumn leaves start to fall...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-3x-dSHKew
also
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLOPPv6GE7k
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Take the children and yourself

And hide out in the cellar

By now the fighting will be close at hand

Don't believe the church and state

And everything they tell you

Believe in me, I'm with the high command



Can you hear me, can you hear me running?

Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?

Can you hear me, can you hear me running?

Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?



There's a gun and ammunition

Just inside the doorway

Use it only in emergency

Better you should pray to God

The Father and the Spirit

Will guide you and protect from up here



Can you hear me, can you hear me running?

Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?

Can you hear me, can you hear me running?

Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?



Swear allegiance to the flag

Whatever flag they offer

Never hint at what you really feel

Teach the children quietly

For some day sons and daughters

Will rise up and fight while we stood still



Can you hear me, can you hear me running?

Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?

Can you hear me, can you hear me running?

Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?



Can you hear me running (can you hear me calling you?)

(Can you hear me) hear me calling you?

(Can you hear me running) hear me running babe?

(Can you hear me running) hear me running?

Calling you, calling you


>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIfjhQRcoJE
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The first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed

I couldn't've been no more than one or two

And I remember there's a radio, coming from the room next door

My mother laughed the way some ladies' do



Well it's late in the evening, and the music's seeping through



The next thing I remember, I am walking down a street

I'm feeling alright I'm with my boys and with my troops, yeah

Down along the avenue some guys were shootin' pool

And I heard the sound of acapella groups, yeah



Singin' late in the evening, and all the girls out on the stoops, yeah



Then I learned to play some lead guitar, I was underage in this funky bar

And I stepped outside to smoke myself a J

When I come back to the room, everybody just seemed to move

And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play



It was late in the evening, and I blew that room away



First thing I remember when you came into my life

I said I wanna get that girl, no matter what I do

Well I guess I've been in love before and once or twice have been on the floor

But I've never loved no-one the way that I love you



..and I love you



And it was late in the evening, and all the music's seeping through....



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I was half in mind - I was half in need,

And as the rain came down - I dropped to my knees and prayed

I said "oh Heavenly thing - please cleanse my soul,

I've seen all on offer and I'm not impressed at all".

I was halfway home - I was half insane,

And every shop window I looked in just looked the same

I said send me a sign to save my life

'Cause at this moment in time there is nothing certain in

these day's of mine



Y'see it's a frightening thing when it dawns upon you

That I know as much as the day I was born

And though I wasn't asked (I might as well stay)

And promise myself each and every day - that -



When you're knocked on your back - an' your life's a flop

and when you're down on the bottom there's nothing else

but to shout to the top - shout!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDfDvZUNjkc

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'Down the blue mountain in the evening,

Moonlight is my homeward escort.

Looking back, I see my path

Lie in levels of deep shadow....

I pass the farm-house of a friend,

When his children call from a gate of thorn

And lead me twining through jade bamboos

Where green vines catch and hold my clothes.

And I am glad of a chance to rest

And glad of a chance to drink with my friend....

We sang to the tune of the wind in the pines;

And we finished our songs as the stars go down,

When, I being drunk and my friend more than happy,

Between us we forget the world.'..... Zhang dynasty



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Abiku -



In vain your bangles cast

Charmed circles at my feet;

I am Abiku, calling for the first

And the repeated time;



Must I weep for goats and cowries

For palm oil and the sprinkled ash?

Yams do not sprout in amulets

To earth Abiku's limbs.



So when the snail is burnt in his shell

Whet the heated fragment, brand me

Deeply on the breast. You must know him

When Abiku calls again.



I am the squirrel teeth, cracked

The riddle of the palm. Remember

This, and dig me deeper still into

The god's swollen foot.



Once and the repeated time, ageless

Though I puke. And when you pour

Libations, each finger points me near

The way I came, where



The ground is wet with mourning

White dew suckles flesh-birds

Evening befriends the spider, trapping

Flies in wind-froth;



Night, and Abiku sucks the oil

From lamps. Mothers! I'll be the

Suppliant snake coiled on the doorstep

Yours the killing cry.



The ripest fruit was saddest;

Where I crept, the warmth was cloying.

In the silence of webs, Abiku moans, shaping

Mounds from the yolk.

By: Wole Soyinka



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ETRUSCAN GODDESS

for Wendy Kirchoff





O Devayani, there's an Etruscan Goddess living

next door, the next cell over in life,

tall, elegant, with a bandaged knee.



She posseses pictures from outer space,

and processes momentary views

of her inner life.



Long hair, long legs, she hikes

in the North Cascades.



Imagine her, O Devayani, leaping up the paths,

hurtling from rock to rock,

coasting down the inclines,



flying over the very tops of the peaks,

long hair streaming,

shrieking with joy.



Rosy are her cheeks, huge are her eyes,

like pools, secret and brown,



in the heart of deciduous forests

that return, via meadowland,

to giant evergreens, living



through time, elusive as

the Etruscans, buried in their vaults,

revealing their knowledge



slowly

to high-tech archeologists,



grudgingly, fact by fact

over eons, infinite study,

eventually exposing the power



of the Etruscan Goddess.

O Devayani, study her ways,

discover the sources of joy,



rise from the riparian soil

become meadow, forest,



mountain, sky, fly across

the ice cold glaciers, fly.

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Afar away the light that brings cold cheer

Unto this wall, - one instant and no more

Admitted at my distant palace-door.

Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear

Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here.

Afar those skies from this Tartarean gray

That chills me: and afar, how far away

The nights shall be from the days that were.



Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing

Strange ways in thought, and listen for a sign:

And still some heart unto some soul doth pine,

(Whose sounds mine inner sense is fain to bring

Continually together murmuring,)

'Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine!

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A Walk



My eyes already touch the sunny hill.

going far ahead of the road I have begun.

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;

it has inner light, even from a distance-



and charges us, even if we do not reach it,

into something else, which, hardly sensing it,

we already are; a gesture waves us on

answering our own wave...

but what we feel is the wind in our faces.



-Rilke



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A will





To Lamia’ the female



To you my little daughter

The ringing of the murmurs

I silenced

The sad laughter

I drowned

The ecstasy of scents

I buried

When my youth wandered away



To you

All the paths

I never trod



All the waves . . .

I never struggled with

Fear O my dear

Is the sailor's enemy



To you

All the fruit

My hands forbore . . .

From picking





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The Garden of Prosperine



Here, where the world is quiet,

Here, where all trouble seems

Dead winds' and spent waves' riot

In doubtful dreams of dreams;

I watch the green field growing

For reaping folk and sowing,

For harvest-time and mowing,

A sleepy world of streams.



I am tired of tears and laughter,

And men that laugh and weep;

Of what may come hereafter

For men that sow to reap:

I am weary of days and hours,

Blown buds of barren flowers,

Desires and dreams and powers

And everything but sleep.



Here life has death for neighbour,

And far from eye or ear

Wan waves and wet winds labour,

Weak ships and spirits steer;

They drive adrift, and whither

They wot not who make thither;

But no such winds blow hither,

And no such things grow here.



No growth of moor or coppice,

No heather-flower or vine,

But bloomless buds of poppies,

Green grapes of Proserpine,

Pale beds of blowing rushes,

Where no leaf blooms or blushes

Save this whereout she crushes

For dead men deadly wine.



Pale, without name or number,

In fruitless fields of corn,

They bow themselves and slumber

All night till light is born;

And like a soul belated,

In hell and heaven unmated,

By cloud and mist abated

Comes out of darkness morn.



Though one were strong as seven,

He too with death shall dwell,

Nor wake with wings in heaven,

Nor weep for pains in hell;

Though one were fair as roses,

His beauty clouds and closes;

And well though love reposes,

In the end it is not well.



Pale, beyond porch and portal,

Crowned with calm leaves, she stands

Who gathers all things mortal

With cold immortal hands;

Her languid lips are sweeter

Than love's who fears to greet her

To men that mix and meet her

From many times and lands.



She waits for each and other,

She waits for all men born;

Forgets the earth her mother,

The life of fruits and corn;

And spring and seed and swallow

Take wing for her and follow

Where summer song rings hollow

And flowers are put to scorn.



There go the loves that wither,

The old loves with wearier wings;

And all dead years draw thither,

And all disastrous things;

Dead dreams of days forsaken,

Blind buds that snows have shaken,

Wild leaves that winds have taken,

Red strays of ruined springs.



We are not sure of sorrow,

And joy was never sure;

Today will die tomorrow;

Time stoops to no man's lure;

And love, grown faint and fretful,

With lips but half regretful

Sighs, and with eyes forgetful

Weeps that no loves endure.



From too much love of living,

From hope and fear set free,

We thank with brief thanksgiving

Whatever gods may be

That no life lives for ever;

That dead men rise up never;

That even the weariest river

Winds somewhere safe to sea.



Then star nor sun shall waken,

Nor any change of light:

Nor sound of waters shaken,

Nor any sound or sight:

Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,

Nor days nor things diurnal;

Only the sleep eternal

In an eternal night.





The unquiet city

we are succulents
our cool jade arms open
over clean tables our fine bone
china minds pull the strings
of our tongues together we plait
our thoughts with the television
back through the aerials and
transmission towers prodding
through the literal fog
the mechanics of which distance
does not startle us or the ears
pretend to hear the telephone
the page also wearies
us we have taken the meaning
out of things by laying them face to
face in our dictionary of emotions
we are so entirely alone that we
are unaware of it
and we enjoy the religion of solitude
because religions are at base
meaningless and we can turn
from them to a new hobby
to clean ashtrays or emptier
whiskey glasses we the women
of our building Margaret Gladys
Cecily Ida Eileen and I have
the cleanest washing on our block
we are proud and air our sheets
although it's a long time since
any serious stain or passionate figment
seeped through that censorious cloth
we have plants one of us has a budgie
and I have three fish the details
are unimportant God does not come here often
we would be suspicious if he
did without an identity card
we collect each others' mail
remind each other of garbage
days and are frightened
of the louts from the skating rink
but in the night I leave
my curtains open and air
my pendant tremulous breasts

by chris mansell




Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas - (Ovid)

XLIII

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And, darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes, be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.