2016/12/26
Re: revisions
CP: i got lost back there a moment wandered off a diagonal across the page the blog space camping
elsewhere also it's hairline fracturing ... So CD were you suggesting you do revise? cut, refine, undo and repair?
CD: ___________________ refine redo recompose cut up fold out and around mix and shake stand and recook repair and unrepair, research and palpitate, ____________________ but it's a live performance right? you see,
it's like when you take off your clothes, and i'm there watching you, seeing seeing for the first and last time
and each time you're better ,
you're more naked, more loving,
even if i've never seen you,
Re revisit revisions
CP O CD you're making me blush ..
she reaches over to the tape recorder turning it off, for the fifth time,
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revisit revisions
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you revisit visit and time winds unwinding a vision
revision's your second name a word come a wound
from a fiacre a fair set of lies worrying the spent luck
of other days
revise that head-dress recompose that hair undo that face that
tear like smile which pulled awhile as she returned a 2nd
a third time round the rhyme of your come together my stand-
up bass pounds the floor
her feet are pinned to place
not time claiming she'd come this way
knowing the venture wasn't likely to pay off
fooling oneself there's a future from some crying bother
minding the second hence the hour her body lank
was pressed up against yours in this day mist
night and day day and afternoon
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CP: however,
CD: hence
CP: thence
CD: there's touch ups, erasures, violations of spontaneity, returns, doctoring,
CP: she's reaching for the tape recorder ..
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you revisit visit and time winds unwinding a vision
revision's your second name a word come a wound
from a fiacre a fair set of lies worrying the spent luck
of other days
revise that head-dress recompose that hair undo that face that
tear like smile which pulled awhile as she returned a 2nd
a third time round the rhyme of your come together my stand-
up bass pounds the floor
her feet are pinned to place
not time claiming she'd come this way
knowing the venture wasn't likely to pay off
fooling oneself there's a future from some crying bother
minding the second hence the hour her body lank
was pressed up against yours in this day mist
night and day day and afternoon
________
CP: however,
CD: hence
CP: thence
CD: there's touch ups, erasures, violations of spontaneity, returns, doctoring,
CP: she's reaching for the tape recorder ..
___________
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2016/12/19
where are you
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you ask where am I
I was here here always beside below
here beside below your subconscious
the one you dream 'about' 'of'
about working in a factory in '76
down the boulevard on St. Lawrence
where are you?
where am I
how did one go? my body in this subconscious
beside before in the subconscious blog before behind
i heard it in my dream before
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2016/12/14
auger
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auger
wet trap
vent stack,
wet vent
and you were writing a verse
(it was a love poem or a list poem a poem saying or speaking )
or length last night in your going asleep bed
you were writing,
and Sussex came back
it came back with its poems and gleams
shines and dream,
Sussex or some other poem
guarded by the labor of,
word list peeling off the top of your head,
like a pope making unions of disparities
or like transcendnece returned its beauty never lost, never grasped
and it was time for toast
winter mornings
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winter mornings start eartly
at the crack of dawn, like a postage stamp about to go the 'wrong' way wrongheaded about
the time of day or night, and rememebering those wrong or right, and there is a g od a goddess
right here of the nowaday world in the personafictations of I I and I and you cannot rip that off,
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winter mornings start eartly
at the crack of dawn, like a postage stamp about to go the 'wrong' way wrongheaded about
the time of day or night, and rememebering those wrong or right, and there is a g od a goddess
right here of the nowaday world in the personafictations of I I and I and you cannot rip that off,
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wednesday
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Wednesday's is winter's beauty and gratefulness
winter the long echo of time!
t he bending of seasons
the ringing of hopes and letters
the hustling of the sun,
the realization of the limits of secondaries
the modesty of aims
the adjustment of flames
the breath of sun blanketed behind cloud skies
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Wednesday's is winter's beauty and gratefulness
winter the long echo of time!
t he bending of seasons
the ringing of hopes and letters
the hustling of the sun,
the realization of the limits of secondaries
the modesty of aims
the adjustment of flames
the breath of sun blanketed behind cloud skies
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Re: re _reading and-EMpire -City of God _ Commonwealth
Re: re _reading and
I remember feeling frustrated when I was reading the follow up to Empire _ Multitude__ and just again recently I am giving Commonwealth a try maybe these are books best read in a group. I remember saying that to Andrew M. a few years ago when I was taking courses...
The key being that the concepts in this books are in a certain sense elusive as they try to create the new... not sure,
as there's a lot they've taken from others and transformed them. or it maybe their bks read badly because they were co-written,
maybe that only works well with really good writers?
From analogy to metamorphosis
from the simile to the metaphor
from virus to bacteria
Parallel movement s in the world,
the world ending with comma, and coma,
and the rich and the poor cease and speak,
Winter arrives and a city ceases
the world blanket of Sussex New Brunswick
covers the woods
,
and things end witha coma
reading Augustine's City of God, the greatness of the book is the simplicity of the prose,
the beauty is how easy to read, yet so rich with ideas,
no matter how much i sympathize with the writers of Commonwealth, Multitude and Empire they
they don't convey their ideas with as much boldness and simplcity,
is it perhaps? due to, because AUgustine, whom they quote a lot, and refer to,
believed so much in God,
and in transcendence,
which they do not and which they pointedly
refute as in this passage from the Preface to Commonwealth:
War, suffering, misery, and exploitation increasingly characterize
our globalizing world.
There are so many reasons to seek
refuge in a realm "outside," some place separate from the discipline
and control of today's emerging Empire
or even some transcendent
or transcendental principles and values that can guide our lives and
ground our political action.
One primary effect of globalization,
however, is the creation o f a common world, a world that, for better
or worse, we all share, a world that has no "outside
I remember feeling frustrated when I was reading the follow up to Empire _ Multitude__ and just again recently I am giving Commonwealth a try maybe these are books best read in a group. I remember saying that to Andrew M. a few years ago when I was taking courses...
The key being that the concepts in this books are in a certain sense elusive as they try to create the new... not sure,
as there's a lot they've taken from others and transformed them. or it maybe their bks read badly because they were co-written,
maybe that only works well with really good writers?
From analogy to metamorphosis
from the simile to the metaphor
from virus to bacteria
Parallel movement s in the world,
the world ending with comma, and coma,
and the rich and the poor cease and speak,
Winter arrives and a city ceases
the world blanket of Sussex New Brunswick
covers the woods
,
and things end witha coma
reading Augustine's City of God, the greatness of the book is the simplicity of the prose,
the beauty is how easy to read, yet so rich with ideas,
no matter how much i sympathize with the writers of Commonwealth, Multitude and Empire they
they don't convey their ideas with as much boldness and simplcity,
is it perhaps? due to, because AUgustine, whom they quote a lot, and refer to,
believed so much in God,
and in transcendence,
which they do not and which they pointedly
refute as in this passage from the Preface to Commonwealth:
War, suffering, misery, and exploitation increasingly characterize
our globalizing world.
There are so many reasons to seek
refuge in a realm "outside," some place separate from the discipline
and control of today's emerging Empire
or even some transcendent
or transcendental principles and values that can guide our lives and
ground our political action.
One primary effect of globalization,
however, is the creation o f a common world, a world that, for better
or worse, we all share, a world that has no "outside
2016/12/13
' __Winter is icumen in, 'où sont les neiges d’antan?
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this is likely a reference to the winters of canada
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Svmer is icumen in
Lhude sing cuccu Groweþ sed and bloweþ med and springþ þe wde nu Sing cuccu Awe bleteþ after lomb lhouþ after calue cu Bulluc sterteþ bucke uerteþ murie sing cuccu Cuccu cuccu Wel singes þu cuccu ne swik þu nauer nu Sing cuccu nu • Sing cuccu. Sing cuccu • Sing cuccu nu |
Modern English |
Summer[a] has arrived,
Sing loudly, cuckoo!
The seed is growing
And the meadow is blooming,
And the wood is coming into leaf now,
Sing, cuckoo!
The ewe is bleating after her lamb,
The cow is lowing after her calf;
The bullock is prancing,
The billy-goat farting,
Sing merrily, cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo,
You sing well, cuckoo,
Never stop now.
Sing, cuckoo, now; sing, cuckoo;
Sing, cuckoo; sing, cuckoo, now! (Millett 2003d)
Sing loudly, cuckoo!
The seed is growing
And the meadow is blooming,
And the wood is coming into leaf now,
Sing, cuckoo!
The ewe is bleating after her lamb,
The cow is lowing after her calf;
The bullock is prancing,
The billy-goat farting,
Sing merrily, cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo,
You sing well, cuckoo,
Never stop now.
Sing, cuckoo, now; sing, cuckoo;
Sing, cuckoo; sing, cuckoo, now! (Millett 2003d)
This piece was parodied as "Ancient Music" by the American poet Ezra Pound (Lustra, 1916):
Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
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Prince, n’enquerez de sepmaine
Où elles sont, ne de cest an,
Que ce refrain ne vous remaine:
Mais où sont les neiges d’antan?
Villon
Ballade des dames du temps jadis
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re _reading and
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I've also been reading and re-reading Augustine's City of God (his latin I can read unlike Virgil's __
strange bewitchment and enchantment of languages forgotten and recalled at )
, a very old copy that I own,and it's much better
and simpler to read than Empire. which I did start over ten years ago, and to this day I can say it's badly written
in the sense it's too convoluted and unnecessarily 'compliatecd ' in misleading way. their god intents
are not excuse,
Hardt and Negri are both teachers and academic who ought to write better and if not they ought to have found
someone to make their rather simple ideas come across Simply.
There are moments in that book, as with Empire and Commonwealth when I feel i am reading the essays of students
that never quite got it,
Now that's not something i care about here
but i do in books,
that pretend to care,
which theirs does,
so it goes!
Kick that can!
lecan!
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I've also been reading and re-reading Augustine's City of God (his latin I can read unlike Virgil's __
strange bewitchment and enchantment of languages forgotten and recalled at )
, a very old copy that I own,and it's much better
and simpler to read than Empire. which I did start over ten years ago, and to this day I can say it's badly written
in the sense it's too convoluted and unnecessarily 'compliatecd ' in misleading way. their god intents
are not excuse,
Hardt and Negri are both teachers and academic who ought to write better and if not they ought to have found
someone to make their rather simple ideas come across Simply.
There are moments in that book, as with Empire and Commonwealth when I feel i am reading the essays of students
that never quite got it,
Now that's not something i care about here
but i do in books,
that pretend to care,
which theirs does,
so it goes!
Kick that can!
lecan!
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reading or re-reading
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r eading or re-reading as if for the first time the book Empire
our sovereign status even as individuals is comprised by t he State by Empire
as for commas and colons,
semi-colons and run on sentences,
let your writing be a construction as it goes along
finding what works and doesn't
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r eading or re-reading as if for the first time the book Empire
our sovereign status even as individuals is comprised by t he State by Empire
as for commas and colons,
semi-colons and run on sentences,
let your writing be a construction as it goes along
finding what works and doesn't
___________
2016/12/08
tell ...
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tell about the lady from a year ago
what happened?
tell a tale, it'd be long to say repeating and retracing, the ins and outs,
the fronds and frails,
the calls and wails
the eyes and ears,
and a sound never heard,
a breath not whispered in ears close by,
and since ,
since time has passed and passing
i'll say it went south
and went off the middle as i understood it,
from there on in,
it was my fault things going,
went off kilter,
my fault being the greater,
and i wish her well
and great blessings to her, to her family
to those she loves,
to her and her heart ,
well and wishing well,
a well of blessings
high and low, plumage of smoke
high tidings, and green hopes,
each fragment,
each fragment a cloth of gift
and the tell won't be told here ,
like this, in this small space
of the announcement ,
of rainbow and sky clearing
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via donuts and conduit
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through clicks, and , clues, an keys,
winking mirrors, displaced selves
wired room s, twisting surface ,
slippery glass
it's how you walk through the world,
it's how i've walked
could a woman know that
could a lady know this
o these choices
once on t he sun in a winter day
she grew her brain
green as grapes
knocking out the soup tureen with her foot
,
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Re: __beagle
Re: __beagle it's a sort of dog isn' it?
she the dog owner, the oedipal miss
doggy walker dog maunder
tried to steal your eagle
!
tried to steal your eagle! what! she'd have to have been smarter than that,
as if the importance of pubs had any significance in life,
and sentimental attachments to the past, having achieved nothing in her life,
except being , and always, second fiddle to other people's gifts
and finally in her , on the verge of her 50's becoming a vindicative
sort of harridan
not loving anything at all , really
except her self ,
if that,
imaging she knew love,
based on an idea,
not a fact, not one,
but a voice in a room,
then throwing it down,
when not getting her own way,
cursing and swatting it out,
not getting her own way
wasnt love
first and
last,
`
she the dog owner, the oedipal miss
doggy walker dog maunder
tried to steal your eagle
!
tried to steal your eagle! what! she'd have to have been smarter than that,
as if the importance of pubs had any significance in life,
and sentimental attachments to the past, having achieved nothing in her life,
except being , and always, second fiddle to other people's gifts
and finally in her , on the verge of her 50's becoming a vindicative
sort of harridan
not loving anything at all , really
except her self ,
if that,
imaging she knew love,
based on an idea,
not a fact, not one,
but a voice in a room,
then throwing it down,
when not getting her own way,
cursing and swatting it out,
not getting her own way
wasnt love
first and
last,
`
2016/12/07
__the innermost __layer
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the 'deepest layer' is really beautiful
it's really quite beautiful
beautiful
the colour the arrangement
i saw it
through a series of magic mirrors
connecting
here and there
over hills and valleys
through not so secret lens and clandestine pulleys
what was it called that most recent one
but O so lovely and the red and the color going sideway
side along
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how to make beautiful t h i n g s
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Re: does it ?
_____________________________
Re : does it ?
In fact the other blog is not a flagship
it's a little satellite whose purpose (when i first
got it going a couple of years back really was
to showcase the entirety of the blogs that I've done,
this one___ here that you are reading cannot close,
because that what it make it forget Poetry and not Recall to Poetry
and what would that avail if the whole machine lost its parts ?
____________________________
i've been thinking of moving to wordpress to blog however, i do realize that word press
is ___ or it sure looks like it's limited by its overall concept ,
maybe i'm wrong,
they're still utilizing the book frame of reference
i d like to integrate elements of the tumblr interface blog which permits endless scrolling,
in blogspot you used to be able to have i m quite sure an endless number of posts
or at least 50 per page
now it's around 12
,
O scroll
O poll
O goodess goddess
where are you with your breasts and dresses?
Re : does it ?
In fact the other blog is not a flagship
it's a little satellite whose purpose (when i first
got it going a couple of years back really was
to showcase the entirety of the blogs that I've done,
one could say it's an experiemnt. as blogs are experiments.
because that what it make it forget Poetry and not Recall to Poetry
and what would that avail if the whole machine lost its parts ?
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In fact_________blogs of clifford duffy use a classic blogger template
so the look it has hearkens to an earlier period of blogging...
i've been thinking of moving to wordpress to blog however, i do realize that word press
(there's wordpress. com and word press org one
as a poet
i'm keen
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maybe i'm wrong,
they're still utilizing the book frame of reference
i d like to integrate elements of the tumblr interface blog which permits endless scrolling,
in blogspot you used to be able to have i m quite sure an endless number of posts
or at least 50 per page
now it's around 12
,
O scroll
O poll
O goodess goddess
where are you with your breasts and dresses?
2016/12/03
does it ?
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does it mean this blog is closed because that one is the location now?
O no not at all .
does it mean this blog is closed because that one is the location now?
O no not at all .
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2016/11/21
__re_connected
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https://cliffordduffy.blogspot.ca/
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this old blog of mine has new reconnected with a blogger classic template
https://cliffordduffy.blogspot.ca/
the template is so unformed the profile is 'glued' as it were to each post! each blog posts makes one the bloggist identity.
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2016/11/20
___ times are
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times are public we
we times are private we
are
public times are private
i can see with your private eye
i can see with my public private eye
invite the I that's private public for a private view of you
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'feeds ..'
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'feeds' from poetry ( have their place however not as substitutes ) blogs .. an awful word makes me think of pigs snuffling round.. snort snort snort
ah the pigs snorting in the hell of their pork. ah the pigs, the ole pig the boards
who killed Orpheus Orphee the nut case women, the nut case maniacs with their ideas
o f song
and hate and love and never having read the great books at the age of 40
and the great poems at the age of 50,
and the age of death, having read nothing
dying , their heads in the shit
' the pig feed ' their heads upside down in the shit asses sticking up and out
the rot of rock n roll
the swart and fake of it the money taking whores of picaddily of capital
money and the dead leaves of capitals palm greased always
you talk to me about feeds
pig feeds and dog feeds
millions march tramp an bleeding hourly in the cities of old
and there is no name for this
there is no name for this
for this bombing and death
no feed to relieve their grief
no finding to it ,
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the visible tracery of beauty
yielding tenderness
------
the lines of flight mine, yours, hers, her double hers, my reader bifocal gazed
her voice, my own
magnified by the pain caught strapped in the strata hammered in the steel judgment
and the cold came down
`
'feeds' from poetry ( have their place however not as substitutes ) blogs .. an awful word makes me think of pigs snuffling round.. snort snort snort
ah the pigs snorting in the hell of their pork. ah the pigs, the ole pig the boards
who killed Orpheus Orphee the nut case women, the nut case maniacs with their ideas
o f song
and hate and love and never having read the great books at the age of 40
and the great poems at the age of 50,
and the age of death, having read nothing
dying , their heads in the shit
' the pig feed ' their heads upside down in the shit asses sticking up and out
the rot of rock n roll
the swart and fake of it the money taking whores of picaddily of capital
money and the dead leaves of capitals palm greased always
you talk to me about feeds
pig feeds and dog feeds
millions march tramp an bleeding hourly in the cities of old
and there is no name for this
there is no name for this
for this bombing and death
no feed to relieve their grief
no finding to it ,
-------------------
the visible tracery of beauty
designed the fall of things
the pearl of fatigue
yielding tenderness
------
the lines of flight mine, yours, hers, her double hers, my reader bifocal gazed
her voice, my own
magnified by the pain caught strapped in the strata hammered in the steel judgment
and the cold came down
`
2016/11/17
__beagle
______________________________ a training word alluded to contained
within an older eagle my old emblem
from Blue Dog Plus
beagle ___________________beagle ________________
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there was the jaguar /& eagle and the camel yes, the long training camel tramping
for days
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_there
____________
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there were words
/i'd have spoken
(which words? what words what ones what ones? )
that never did
get said
words never said to anyone
words from a inside that's way back
behind all the scenes of loving and self and other and one's soul mate
(then what happened?
the middle fell it did
/the middle
an things ended up
in the midden my fault too
(what was it then ? standing in the rain
stranded
stranded at the pavement curb
surrounded by barbarians and liars too long)
(you're filled with excuses ?
is it ? am i? i was wrong
how could i admit any other way)
being wrong is being wrong
which doesnt mean letting the other party
off the hook
i too had no
)
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there were words
/i'd have spoken
(which words? what words what ones what ones? )
that never did
get said
words never said to anyone
words from a inside that's way back
behind all the scenes of loving and self and other and one's soul mate
(then what happened?
the middle fell it did
/the middle
an things ended up
in the midden my fault too
(what was it then ? standing in the rain
stranded
stranded at the pavement curb
surrounded by barbarians and liars too long)
(you're filled with excuses ?
is it ? am i? i was wrong
how could i admit any other way)
being wrong is being wrong
which doesnt mean letting the other party
off the hook
i too had no
)
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2016/11/13
AN
`
AN Ocean between them
two egos
across two lives
two not speaking
two bodies from stone and iron
not lichen and moss
meadow and flower
dandelion and grass
not swimming
or holding and they're not wooing in the avenue
and it's not narrative native night
nor the silver smith dialogue of the truth
but the 'cold' deep the cold grey very chilld
colder water the colder upper air
between them
a hammer !
`
.. each
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Franckly each paramour his leman knows
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2016/11/11
re:-comeuppance
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now that's a word you've not heard since ---------------------
but it almost rhymes with nuance
t he marquee thing didnt come off, did it?
but it's friday afternoon,
with the world ending sunset its beauty
ever infinitely renewable
ever usually intimately renwable
you can always come back
to it fixing
that marquee
or the truth
of being
& fidelity
crowing or corraling crowding
someone's place's not the best way to ride
free into a sunrise
riding into a cosmos of pink wash sky and blue hyaline
lips of clouds
tipping at the edge of the furrowed sky
`
now that's a word you've not heard since ---------------------
but it almost rhymes with nuance
t he marquee thing didnt come off, did it?
but it's friday afternoon,
with the world ending sunset its beauty
ever infinitely renewable
ever usually intimately renwable
you can always come back
to it fixing
that marquee
or the truth
of being
& fidelity
crowing or corraling crowding
someone's place's not the best way to ride
free into a sunrise
riding into a cosmos of pink wash sky and blue hyaline
lips of clouds
tipping at the edge of the furrowed sky
`
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