11 Saturday May 2013
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is it going to hurt grandpa
: yes
how much , this much? [spreads fingers apart]
: this much [spreads his farther]
during operation a crowd of little
neighbor kids gather around,
Kloey crying it hurts,
grandpa has his needle
to pick enough to grab sliver.
little boy from down the street:
you’re making it bleed, I think
you’re making it worse!
: it’ll be fine, boy
it’s bleeding more now, you’re making it worse!
operation down and patient
is turned over to nurse Carrie
10 Friday May 2013
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Only when you can sit
alone in quietness
and enjoy the majesty
and beauty of life
can you reach the fullest
potential with another person.
09 Thursday May 2013
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singing
humanity’s attempt to make contact
with the region of the shapes: maybe
the place where perfect polygons dwell
represents a firmament that can be reached
and we can perfect our forms. Or perhaps,
the basic triangles and rectangles were
the smooth, idealized bodies of angels.
At any rate, I left the opera reflecting
on the roughness of the human body/experience.
08 Wednesday May 2013
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Listen. Be still. Now,
fill yourself with nothing.
This is your true nature
for I fear not
the moments next to express so
simply the truth which
your eyes read this moment.
This moment is the only moment.
Time, and space does erase
the moments notice
This is the only moment you will ever
know, eternally, infinitely, timelessly,
and you are forever
the love
of the one
which is also you.
A thought.
In the mind.
In the mind. In the mind.
The mind. The mind. The mind.
The mind. There is only one.
There is only you.
You are worth living,
for you are nothing.
You are, always have, and will always be
you, so do not fear death, it surrounds
even these words as my skin sheds
against the plastic of my keyboard,
my body decays into beautiful surrender
Now,
please
breath.
07 Tuesday May 2013
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We don’t grow in straight lines.
We grow in spirals. And seasons and
cycles. In babies being born
and grandmothers dying.
In daffodils blooming and leaves
falling. Lovers meeting and hearts
breaking. Doors closing
and gates opening.
Knots tied always untying.
Opening, circling, unfurling, becoming.
Growing ’round and back ’round
again.
Not in straight lines
06 Monday May 2013
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And he whispered
“It might, it might”
Then he lit the match.
05 Sunday May 2013
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Allo!
bonjour?
Ca me fais du plaisire
pour vous voir dant facebook
ca me rappelle Botswana
vous ette pour nous les bonne
souvenir dant les difisil moment
que Dieu vous benis avec Eldas in
finiment.
Thanks
have a good time
be blessed
[trans:
Hello!
hello?
It makes me happy
to see you on Facebook
it reminds me of Botswana
to us, you were good
reminders in the difficult moments
that God blesses you with Eldas in
finitely]
04 Saturday May 2013
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try to get adopted by the Kalles,
if you can:
Grandma will bless you
with a red egg in the morning,
Mom will kiss you to contentment,
Dad will make you
sandwiches, and Stella the Greek will give you a rare
Thessalonican tour involving saints,
sinners, and death
-by-chocolate-pie
03 Friday May 2013
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This day,
Stayed up far too late
creating a gift for a wonderful
from a wonderful
spent the beautiful afternoon
writing blog posts and
had yet another terrific
with a magnificent
given by one of the dearest
I have ever had which featured
the music of
the other dearest
with the finest
I have ever known.
Heart is heavy,
filled with gold.
02 Thursday May 2013
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I never used to like spring until
I realized that all of the birds
start coming to life, and singing
much earlier than the sun.
This is not unlike the behavior of monks,
who rise strategically before dawn.
God’s first choirs must have thus
affected their human counterparts.
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