Everyday is Mother’s Day! 母親節快樂!
I was taken back to my baby days when I ran into a copy of this story at a small bookstore in Seattle! I can still hear my Mom’s voice reading it to me throughout my childhood, and singing “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.” I love you Mom.
second
language
tastes
so good
here
between
my lips
between
my fingertips
among
my thoughts
feels
so right
as if
I should
have
known
it first.
-SRM
(very) rough draft of a cloud/word project that’s in the works
Whitman: Song of Myself
A recording/guided reading ofSong of Myself.You can even pick which voice you like best! I prefer James over the rest. He takes it slow and serious. Lovely..
sometimes I catch myself counting all my steps just to make sure I am going somewhere.
Frequented one of my favorite Chicago spots (the AIC) today. Here’s a smattering of words that Georgia O’Keeffe’s painting Above the Clouds inspired:
for once
little will be thought of the below; you see
she went above
to show
the underbelly
actually the upside
of the way.
you can only see it as she made it.
you can only see those daytime lambs
hoisted aloft
as parts of a whole
as holes out of here.
the whole thing
is a stepping stone
a door.
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http://www.austinkleon.com/category/newspaper-blackout-poems/
not really into horoscopes.. but blackout poetry.. YES. thinking of doing a collection of some soon…
Our time here is for utterance
Alain Barer, new poet to add to my favorites list.
Discovered this poet in March’s Poetry Magazine. He’s French, of course, giving me yet another reason to learn this lovely language.
A few lines from his poem Sleep Log that kept me awake the first night I read it:
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the universe is curved like a banana
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Life opens gives and invites you - or it goes to hell
one must live to write. Our time here is for utterance
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Linger only with the healthy ideas. Salty ones.
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There are those born to soon and those born too late who preserve with haunting smiles the mistakes, the traces. And the one born at the right moment is forever vivid, intensely illuminating each instant.
(YES! to all of it I say Yes!)