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Every Spring I begin to see falling petals in my dreams...I walk on pink carpet of such luxurious softness as the blossoms brush against my cheeks...my eyes blur with the on-slaught...ah but it comes and goes so quickly.

lyrics

Quick a line that comes to you, what song, who's it by?

"We don't have to work anymore now, so open up that ground and slip down." - Harriet Wheeler.

"Your fingers like fuses
Your eyes like cinnamon." - Beth Orthon

"May God's love be with you, always." -Joseph Arthur.

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Posted on 6.20.2002 at 12:00 AM

Panonhalma

Panonhalma


On my monastic pilgrimage to Panonhalma,
the butterflies companied my walk up the hill.
It was a good omen.
Some were sulfur yellow,
the nectar crystal blue.
I know what they did that day,
playing hooky with their buddies.
I offer them cigarettes but they flew away.

Before that they were bland moths.
Now they are dangerous with their beauty,
shimmering caliper wings that makes me
ache for my own.
That’s why I left everyone, to hide in this hill walking towards the abbey, the sweat pouring on a long hot summer
Sacred day on hallow grounds.

Posted on 3.1.2002 at 12:00 AM

When the Moon Completes

I’ll be seeing you
when the moon completes
all lunacy will be cured
when the moon completes

Tides pull forward to cover
the coral reefs.

There are the poets that
Tug at the tides
when the moon completes

Compete in verse
Complete in verse
Fulfill the tide

the coral reefs.

There are the poets that
tug at the tides
when the moon completes

compete in verse
complete in verse
fulfill the tide


When the moon completes
The sand cities turn to mud

The tides pulled over
Your tired dead body.

The battlements and
Palisades crumble to
Dust....
When the moon complete
Prophets will speak
Of heresy

Posted on 2.22.2002 at 12:00 AM

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August 11, 2006 Friday

Last night I saw poetry in motion a very old film about poets reading and performing their poems. I saw Jim Carroll reciting "Just Visiting". I re-read from 'The Book of Nods' the aforementioned poem and the NY and California Variation. Michael Ondaatje read a poem that he wrote for his niece. It was inspired or an answer to Paul Bowels assertion that Indian people don't have a sense of the musical. I remember just one pretty line about a lady walking into the room with clanking ankle bracelets. It was the last line of the poem.

I stumbled onto audiopoetry.wordpress.com via the tag features of Wordpress. I just listened to a poem by Ondaatje call 'To a Sad Daughter' on audiopoetry.wordpress.com. I don't know if it's read byOndaatje.

Basketball Diary

6.17.2002

As Far As…

As far as you know
I’m not here
As far as you know
I’m not anywhere near
Your magnetic fields
Of attraction
That makes the filigree
On my arms rise
As far as I can go from here
Not to be anywhere near
As far as you know
I’m nowhere near
Not from fear
Not from here
As far as you go to find
Me here
To find your fears
It’s not anywhere near here
As long as you fear
As long as I fear you near

Posted on 6.17.2002 at 12:00 AM

http://www.luisurrea.com/blog.php

After Years - Ted Kooser - Poem by
llast night lisent to terry gross's interview iwth Ted Kooser.
He came to Portland Arts and Lecture reading series and I missed out on it.
Went to see W.S. Merwin instead

Chinese Lantern in the Village of Siepc 

Crazy Doll eyes in Siepc 

SB/ Solstice Letter 1

NPR : The Poetry of Ruth Stone

Atlantic Unbound | Interviews | 2004.07.13

Wanting Less
Eleven empty easels sit in a room without
abstract paintings or collages. Let's be
this large empty room painted white
with a shellacked wooden floor. A room
of silence, naked and wanton. A life
without more hiatus. That moment of
vacuum, timeless. Let's be
rivers that run through the middle of houses.
Upwards light buoys us
to surge through cities of clouds, a place
never dreamed, realms of noble terror
and delight where we become brushstrokes.
"Wanting Less" from Sending Messages Over Inconceivable Distances by Karen Braucher. Copyright © 2000 by Karen Braucher. Reprinted by permission of the author.

Poetry Downtown

April 3, 2004
Diner with Maria Sivak.
We talked about art, inspiration and process. During the dinner with Maria: boat journey metaphor suite case as metaphor. She believes an object has the power to contain memory. She found a suite case one day. She was going to give it away to good will but found that she could not. She put it in the closet.
God...why is it so slow to write about this wonderful conversation. I wish that I had record this. I want to buy a microphone for my minidisc.
She got me to think more about my project. I casual made origami abstract piece which I kept with me for a long time...then I photographed it one day out of the need to tinker. And now begins an obsession with the object.

Sounds good. I will be at your house Sun. around 2.


Sent: Wednesday, March 31, 2004 11:17 AM
To: Tim Minore
Subject: RE: Charles Wright

okay so we will have more light....still at two

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Sent: Tuesday, March 30, 2004 2:09 PM
To: Duc Ly
Subject: RE: Charles Wright

By the way I think Sun. is the time change, so 1 will be 2, if that makes sense.

-----Original Message-----
Sent: Tuesday, March 30, 2004 11:03 AM
To: Tim Minore
Subject: RE: Charles Wright

cool!! yeah I got him to sign but he didn't talk much to me...hehe...which was all right...
you can borrow the books I have!!
ok cool let's go hiking I'm thinking around 2 this time

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To: Duc Ly
Subject: RE: Charles Wright

Hey Duc,
Did you get him to sign your book? Hope the line didn't take too long. I should have been a poet. You could tell a lot of the women wanted him, even though he was old. Ha ha, you know it was true. Like in that movie Wonderboys with Michael Douglas.
I do want to read some of his poems now, they were pretty cool.
Yeah we could go hiking Sunday, I am not busy.

-----Original Message-----
Sent: Tuesday, March 30, 2004 10:43 AM
To: Tim Minore
Subject: RE: Charles Wright

Hi Tim,
Hope you are inspired to write now!!
Hey Cindy Co wants to go hiking again this Sunday.
Are you Busy??

-----Original Message-----
ent: Monday, March 29,m] 2004 12:39 PM
To: Duc Ly
Subject: RE: Charles Wright

Cool, I'll see you at the ticket office then between 7:00 and 7:30.

Sent: Monday, March 29, 2004 12:39 PM
To: Tim Minore
Subject: RE: Charles Wright

oops oh yeah....7.30 is fine.
All events will be held at the Wieden & Kennedy Atrium ­ 224 NW 13th Avenue
Series tickets $65; Seniors/Students $48
Individual tickets $18; Seniors/Students $12; High School $5
All events begin at 7:30 p.m.; doors open at 6:30 p.m.


Sent: Monday, March 29, 2004 12:21 PM
To: Duc Ly
Subject: RE: Charles Wright

Hey Duc,
I don't get home until about 6:30. I thought it started at 7:30. Could I meet you at the ticket office around 7:00? Or is that too late.

-----Original Appointment-----
From: Sent: Monday, March 29, 2004 12:18 PM
To: Tim Minore
Subject: Charles Wright
When: Monday, March 29, 2004 6:00 PM-6:30 PM (GMT-08:00) Pacific Time (US & Canada); Tijuana.
Where: Wieden & Kennedy Building

Amazon.com: Books: Mass: The Art Of John Harris

Late Tuesday Music | Dana, Tara & Jocelyn | from Bellingham, WA. indie-pop band sometimes compared to Sarah Mclachlan, Ben Folds, Indigo Girls.