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Nahn Qhanszhu’s final Mountain Poem (AD 987)
Prospects are hunger and cold. I cherish the icy wind It awakens my suffering Reminds me I am still alive Having burned my furniture To heat a bitter hut So it is only a cold one Having nothing more than A few cups of wine left I will drink them without delay Before the wine… Read more
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Dan metralla a las masses humanus que claman por un pan
Pablo de Rokha Monkey said since you are kindhearted…you ought to be able to persuade the demon to set you free. Pigsy Some drag memory after them, a stinking sponge gathering waste, putrid spillage of a life un-minded, while others troll grottos dampened by sense’s oblivion, dimed by vocabulary’s rickety frame. I, living as the… Read more
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My Blavatsky
The mysterious Maiden Blavatsky Beneath all language Floated into the room Like a corpse carried out. Hush. Murmur. Spinning eyes filling emptiness seen and unseen. She spoke. We trembled. What was written hiding in the cloven Air settled as dew On her lips. Her speech was vapor, her mind A cloud dense with thunder. Then… Read more
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My Dearest Silesius
Got ist das armste Ding, er steht ganz bloss und frei: Drum sag ich recht und wohl, dass Armut göttlich sei. Silesius Alas, should I shed my robes? Replace my sandals with the dirt beneath my feet? Cast my last shekel before the town beggar? What about the poverty of love, of happiness? If these… Read more
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Taking Tea with Hannah Arendt (2)
You once said to me As coyly as a school girl While stubbing out a cigarette In a lemon rind That all oblivion is redress. Yet I can’t help Seeing you in the end The dark angel of Dementia lurking behind The once brilliant onyx Of your eyes And think perhaps all Oblivion is not… Read more
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Taking Tea with Hannah Arendt
I recall how she would hold a cigarette the same way she did her pen. It was as if she were inhaling life then exhaling meaning, both wrapped in the vapor of a clearly distilled but tortured mind. I loved when she would rub her thumb with her ring finger, cigarette or pen delicately balanced… Read more
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