May 2011
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“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
– Pablo Neruda, from “Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair”
"Sonnet XVII" by Pablo Neruda
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my...
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"And the Beat Goes On" by 'Macho Man' Randy Savage
I’m a chameleon
(Yeah) I’m talking about the beat goes on, (Yeah) and the beat goes on (Yeah) And the beat goes on and the video scopey eye I’m looking right into you, right now Macho Madness, right now Sugar is Sweet and so is honey, Macho Madness is on a roll And it can’t be stopped! (No) Elizabeth understands what I’m talking about (Yeah)
(Unbelievable)
Time...
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"Love Poem" by Dorothea Grossman
In a lightning bolt of memory, I see our statue of Buddha (a wedding gift from Uncle Gene) which always sat on top of the speaker cabinet. When a visitor asked, “So, does Buddha like jazz?” you said, “I hope so. He’s been getting it up the ass for a long time.”
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“When I die, I just want a jukebox for a tombstone and to leave all my friends...”
– Jim Gustafson, poet
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"For Love" by Robert Creeley
for Bobbie
Yesterday I wanted to speak of it, that sense above the others to me important because all that I know derives from what it teaches me. Today, what is it that is finally so helpless, different, despairs of its own statement, wants to turn away, endlessly to turn away.
If the moon did not … no, if you did not I wouldn’t either, but what would I not do, what prevention, what...
O lonely streets
O lonely streets, home to those who wander free from all which bind; possessing the one thing the rest of us cannot, a life lived deliberately.
