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what now?
another year to begin,
this one with the moon twisting about a brighter venus,
and only a month behind an upsidedown saturn.
what now?
it means so surprisingly little
that the weight of water and the labor of wood
are now transformed into towers of song.
the songs were always there:
a wheel of fortune and the inversion of answered questions.
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father forgive me, but jeanette winterson's the stone gods has got to be one of the most important books i've read in the last ten years.
read it.
besides the big thing in there, you get the repeated chorus, i'm not lonely. i'm just looking for a soft place to land. -
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i've spent the last three months reading the entire works of vonnegut. i mean all of it. there's a couple i haven't been able to find, but the other 23 volumes that he admits to being his, i read them. not in order, but maybe in a few months, i'll go back and do that. read them in order. in march, i started setting the text of the bokonist ( Read more... ) -
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the time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. eat.
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and i sailed and i sailed; i sailed into the spring ( Read more... ) -
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happy birthday gordon. here, have a babyruth. -
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i don't know what to say this year.
i miss you.
i thought we might stay in touch.
begging your pardon.
i was happy then, as happy goes.
who you were then
reminded me that there were things i liked about myself.
it was ten years ago,
the runes, that new years in new york.
i miss you.