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"Nothing grows in stilted land, and no dog howls below my moon."


Part of a stream-of-consciousness entry.

Joanna Newsom: Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie
track #12 on album, 'milk-eyed mender'
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"to make little old ladies smile and businessmen trip over their own shoelaces until they drop that cell phone and notice flowers growing out of the cracks in the sidewalk."

from an eccentric manifesto. by me.

Psalm 19 - modern translation - where's yours?

I just posted some thoughts on writer's block over at my blog Mere Words. Your comments and thoughts on the subject are encouraged. Enjoy.

untitled by Leonard Cohen

These notebooks, these notebooks!
Poetry is no substitute for survival.
In the books beside my bed
I used up my will like an alphabet.

Something mechanical and obsolete
is sawing up my heart with the blades
of those invisible wheels which kept
our grandfathers' airplanes aloft.

Is it a god who punishes,
is it a woman who pleases?
I admire riders of the immaculate molecule,
I crash in a heavy machine.

Arrogant as a farmer who won't
follow his children into the slums,
sometimes I believe I alone colonize
the sky with a handful of seeds.

I don't like the price of a belief.
Every god is jealous.
I am no paliamentarian
and there are no favourites of the Queen.

From A Softer World

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