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Staro 03.06.2007, 22:21
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Upon the planet that's a miracle of pain
ah! the faint glory of the human brain
evolving through so many million years
- to be possessed by envy, goal and gain!



---Anthony Weir

Nazadnje uredil paradox : 03.06.2007 ob 23:12.
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Staro 03.06.2007, 22:36
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THE LITTLE DEATHS A-COMING

You appear before me
as newly arrived freckle
on a pretty strangers face
as a green strap on a
brown back
as a white face slowly
turning red
a hesitant smile
glancing eyes so unaware
reading a book or tapping a foot
in a hurry or changing line
as a conversation never had
words without exit muffled inside
as the other the unknown
beating heart beating hard

You appear before me as a moment missed
in this city of moments missed

You´ll appear before me and i´ll be gone a while.

---Pablo Omar
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Staro 03.06.2007, 22:38
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PEPE

Nobility is disobedience.
Stand tall
face the shit
spit and bawl


Obedience is not a noble thing at all


---Pablo Omar

Nazadnje uredil paradox : 03.06.2007 ob 23:13.
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Staro 03.06.2007, 22:39
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HISTORY AND RASTA REGGAE IN THE SUBWAY

There's a man in the metro
who understands repetition
repeats himself slowly
while i walk and listen

keep the rhythm
keep the rhythm
brotherman
keep the rhythm

put pen to the paper
and we´ll see what i´ve written:

History like reggae
repeats itself
reggae its rhythms
history its crimes

keep the rhythm
keep the rhythm
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Staro 03.06.2007, 23:03
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(hint: Oscar being a dog... )




OSCAR'S SONG

I'm me.
Let's go.


---Anthony Weir
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Staro 29.06.2007, 22:39
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...

Shrinking Away

Survived the war, but was
having trouble surviving
the peace, couldn't sleep
more than two hours
was scared to be
without a gun.
Nightmares, daymares
guilt and remorse
wanted to stay drunk
all the time.
1966 and the V.A. said
Vietnam wasn't a war.
They couldn't help, but
did give me a copy of
the yellow pages.
Picked a shrink off
the list. 50 bucks an
hour, I was making 125
a week. Spent six
sessions establishing
rapport, heard about his
military life,
his homosexuality,
his fights with his mother
and anything else he wanted
to talk about.
At this rate, we would have
got to me in 1999.
Gave up on that shrink
couldn't afford him and he
wasn't doing me any good.
Six weeks later my shrink
killed himself. Great.
Not only guilt about the
war but new guilt about
my dead shrink.
If only I had a better job,
I could have kept on
seeing him.
I thought we were making
real progress, maybe in another
six sessions, I could have
helped him.
I realized then that surviving
the peace was up to me.

---Jim Northrup
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Staro 22.07.2007, 20:16
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When I love
I feel that I am the king of time
I possess the earth and everything on it
and ride into the sun upon my horse.

When I love
I become liquid light
invisible to the eye
and the poems in my notebooks
become fields of mimosa and poppy.

When I love
the water gushes from my fingers
grass grows on my tongue
when I love
I become time outside all time.

When I love a woman
all the trees
run barefoot toward me…


--- Nizar Qabbani
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Staro 13.08.2007, 03:43
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WHISPERS
(dedicated to Kamau Brathwaite)

They say hurricanes begin in Africa
Have you ever heard the sigh of bones
Lining the ocean floor?
Listen carefully
And you'll come to know
That soft green sound
Like elephant grass whispering
Day after day those whispers
Warp minds in the East
Keep iron-fisted rulers
Deaf to their people's pleas
And each year
Those whispers become a deafening roar
Pent up fury of souls undead
Rejecting the whip
Breaking the chains
Seeking justice once more
Their anger pushes West
And when they are done
Lashing
They return East
To whisper some more

They say hurricanes begin in Africa


---Omololá Ijeoma Ògúnyemí
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Staro 13.08.2007, 03:51
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The Machine of War

The machine of war
used to be
a marching machine
like a centipede
coordinated by
hunger and need.
It's mechanized now
and flies in planes
dropping bombs below
in indiscrimate rain
but still has
an insect's brain.


(sorry, forgot the author)
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Staro 13.08.2007, 03:57
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Shifting the Sun

When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians

When your father dies, say the Welsh,
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the French,
you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.

When you father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the English,
you join his club you vowed you wouldn't.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.



( -- from Selected Poems by poet Diana Der-Hovanessian who said "I write poetry because I can't sing.")
 

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