Monthly Archives: December 2013

Live Blogging New Year’s Eve Continued

I had intended for this to be one blog post but the first run was acting weird after my last update so I started a new post…. would hate to type for hours and then lose most of it… Next … Continue reading

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Live Blogging New Year’s Eve

I’m a stick in the muck. I usually sleep through – go to bed early and all that. This year. I’ve decided to stay awake and ring in the New Years. I originally thought I would do so working on … Continue reading

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Poetical Exercise

Based on Neruda translated by Bly Eras la boina gris y el corazon en calma. You were a gray beret and the whole being at peace. Eras: la: the, her, it. boina: flat, round woollen cap generally worn in Navarre … Continue reading

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Walking in the Shoes of John Donne

Woman’s Constancy Now thou hast loved me one whole day, To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow? Or say that now We are not just those persons which we were? Or that … Continue reading

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Walking in the Shoes of Kerouac

Book of Sketches age, of inherited wealth, who spends all day in big Easonburg walking around or sitting in his vast brick house (Jacky Lee’s father) or walking down the road to see his 2 new cows – On the … Continue reading

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Walking in the Shoes of Dante and Longfellow

And I to him: “Poet, I thee entreat, By that same God whom thou didst never know, So that I may escape this woe and worse, Thou wouldst conduct me there where thou hast said, That I may see the … Continue reading

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Walking in the Shoes of Fyodor Dostoyevsky

live in the kitchen merely means that I live behind the partition wall in that apartment – that I live quite alone, and spend my time in a quiet fashion compounded of trifles. For furniture I have provided myself with … Continue reading

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