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First off, for some reason the permalinks are no longer work for post titles, this is very annoying. It makes me growl and threaten Word Press with the shaking of fist and muttering of imprecations. I am not sure why nor have I spent any serious time trying to figure it out. I’ve been busy. [...] By Mary Oliver Cold now. Close to the edge. Almost unbearable. Clouds bunch up and boil down from the north of the white bear. This tree-splitting morning I dream of his fat tracks, the lifesaving suet. I think of summer with its luminous fruit, blossoms rounding to berries, leaves, handfuls of grain. Maybe what cold [...] Sun of autumn, thin and shy And fruit drops off the trees, Blue silence fills the peace Of a tardy afternoon’s sky. Death knells forged of metal, And a white beast hits the mire. Brown lasses uncouth choir Dies in leaves’ drifting prattle. Brow of God dreams of hues, Senses [...] Smash down the cities. Knock the walls to pieces. Break the factories and cathedrals, warehouses and homes Into loose piles of stone and lumber and black burnt wood: You are the soldiers and we command you. Build up the cities. Set up the walls again. Put together once more the factories and cathedrals, warehouses and [...] by Pablo Neruda. (trans. Alastair Reid.) And now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still. For once on the face of the earth let’s not speak in any language, let’s stop for one second, and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines, [...] I never seem to have enough, I know this blog has been languishing from lack of attention and I am sorry. I realized though, part of my problem is never being sure the level of seriousness I want to maintain here, do I only want to write about those things that bother me and keep [...] I have been looking for messages from Mother. Seeking her voice out in the most unlikely of places. She has been waiting for me, as she always does. Wrapped up against cold winds in cloak, but barefoot among the leaves and snow. I have found the messages Mother has left for me. They are all [...] Imagine Peace I remember being in the car with my mom driving out to my grandparents house in Rogersville. I had been begging her to let me turn the radio to rock 99 the local rock/pop station. She was a hard sell on it, she only ever listened to KTTS, the local country station that [...] colorburst Originally uploaded by MimRedBeard The cemetery across from my house, took so much ice storm damage I was worried this fall it would not be colorful. My worries were all in vain. It is literally a sea of many different colors, an absolute riot of the fall shades. Sphere: Related Content Greenapple Originally uploaded by MimRedBeard I was in the kitchen cooking lunch when I noticed the striped effect the window blinds were having on the bowl of assorted fruits and vegetables I had sitting there. Looks nice I think, I took a whole series, which is able to be viewed at Flickr. Sphere: Related Content |
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