March 2012
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May 2011
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January 2011
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When Push Came to Shove
A blue stain like an old tattoo
The one that keeps on stalking you
The one that never saw it through
The one that never could be true
It’s the end of history, it’s just the start of yours
We all know just how he longed to win those wars
He can boast of battle scars but really nothing more
Cos in the end it’s all that he will have to settle for
When push comes to shove
You left that ghost out in...
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November 2010
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October 2010
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July 2010
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Song
Eleanor
Hide me in your forest
where the wiles turn black
your sugar sweet in my mouth
your eyes stabbed in my back
take me where the orchids grow
most delicate and pale
in a soft moss that’ll sink all sound
but the winds of a widow’s wail
Steal me to your cavern
whose hard echo never fades
your crystals trickle down on me
a brigade of bayoneted blades
to where the earth heaves exhale
and its...
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June 2010
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Spring mix of metaphors
Lionize soft lioness angel in unholy dress for the stamens have unleashed a spring of uncaged scents And of these eyes, drawn brow prowess And from those hips, awakes a brood of all my misunderstood repents I know only of your picture and heresay of your torch song but I dream of your velvet nape and to be the bandleader in that jazz just behind that bright savannah glamour where the ...
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Old poem at the bottom of a shoe box
One Night It’s 3 a.m. and I have a choice: Lights out; or crack open another: This one’s a pugilist One strong island Hemingway, stout as Chinaski The candle flickers with the flybuzz of desert neon and as that flame grows the page aglow And the darkness shrinks like the noises from down below: A knock on wood The ghost of a grace blows in through my door Her breath borrowed from ...
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Woodland Prayer
Let the ghosts of trees
Blanket over me
Let them scent my clothes
With balsam histories
Let a circle of crows
Cackle mysteriously
Let them peck my bones
Throughout this eulogy
Let my blood kin know
I remember
How we left them in the muck
Of our cold white embers
And how the whiskey flowed
How it cooled their tempers
Tell the bible and the belt
And all its trickster members
Let the driftwood...
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Lost and Found
Raven to snow your long-legged long shadow the payne’s grey trail of your startled feather flight Such contrast up against the crunch of hunker-down white I saw your back today pressed against my mind in an old photograph and I salivated unseen if but just to re-enter that most poetic seam to find a rhyme or reason Bamboo brush to thin rice veil the jet sure strokes of your perfumed ...
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http://tuppenhut.tumblr.com/post/501969017/aaron-co... →
tuppenhut:
Aaron Copland’s “Appalachian Spring” (part 1 of 4)
Bride: Martha Graham
Set by Isamu Noguchi
(parts 2, 3, and 4)
see an older version with Merce Cunningham as the Revivalist here.
From the ira lee ‘more amazing than...