****
Spoon interfering with life as a dark compote,
tasuyu it quickly, like a deck cards.
And spring paunchy, you see water breaks -
we repeat the mantra to remember March.
I would like you, there never was -
either through rails, sleepers, or nine days -
is only Anna can. Anna, you ought not to defile
fingers on the monogram on a gold box.
Fingers - stiff reed fingers - Holy rutabaga,
sugar divorce, syrup in the glass.
I guessed the letters, all letters guessed:
these TL, PSCH, B - not Oh yeah E.
Sense something: do not come - even strangle Saturday,
even out of love with nature - even though its wake.
Soon she gives birth. You see, water breaks,
see water breaks - you see, behaving, behave ...
I do not known meaning, I do not smell the summer -
I probably smells just my coat.
I do not go with you wander the wide world:
maximum - on the avenue, at least - To the metro.
But from a still born like this,
but from a just-born exactly that.
© green-phantom, thanks!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Catholic Confirmation Order Of Service
verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi.
Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi
Questa morte che ci accompagna
Dal mattino alla sera, insonne,
deaf, like an old remorse
or an absurd vice. Your eyes will
an empty word,
A silent cry, a silence.
So you see them every morning on
When you gaze alone
in the mirror. O dear hope,
That day we too will know that you are life and nothingness.
To Death keeps an eye
Death will come and will have your eyes.
will be like giving a bad habit, how to see in the mirror
resurface a dead face,
How to listen to closed lips.
go down into the silent abyss.
(c) Cesare Pavese, 1950
Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi
Questa morte che ci accompagna
Dal mattino alla sera, insonne,
deaf, like an old remorse
or an absurd vice. Your eyes will
an empty word,
A silent cry, a silence.
So you see them every morning on
When you gaze alone
in the mirror. O dear hope,
That day we too will know that you are life and nothingness.
To Death keeps an eye
Death will come and will have your eyes.
will be like giving a bad habit, how to see in the mirror
resurface a dead face,
How to listen to closed lips.
go down into the silent abyss.
(c) Cesare Pavese, 1950
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Black Mucus In Cat's Nose
smallsniper @ 2010-03-24T21: 26:00
generally dropped out of life.
tomorrow is my day off.
only a week.
generally dropped out of life.
tomorrow is my day off.
only a week.
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