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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    1 My soul lifts up like a mountain Over shadowed valleys and dales, When I hear such tunes That like foggy fumes Conceal such sorrowful glories and tales. 2 As if touched by a precious finding My heart leaps as music now spurs, Flooding and rushing, Pouring and drowning, With the heat o...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    I cannot hear you across the river. Afternoon light wanes, Beautiful blueberries in the wild....
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    O Anpao, Glorious Day-bearer and Light-giver, Ray of the world, Sun-spirit beautiful: Bring forth your radiant force, Mighty star-shaker, And shine your light on Inyan’s sons And Inyan’s blood scattered. O Anpao, Dawn-breaker, Sister of the Rain, World-shaper, Mother of the Bird...
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    Buenos Aires Is lonely open spaces Thrown ajar To the eyelid, To the shaken eyebrow Of a poet, A winded summer Of metallic roses Spinning Without purpose, You feel like it And take the train, Bring a notebook, Blue pen, Sketch At Plaza San Martín, Dawning gravel kicked, Kids fl...
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    Art is a creation derived from passion, from the intensity of a single moment or a whole life hurled in a single motion into the blank space of a wall or a notebook or a canvas. Art is a continuous state of delusion and illusion, an eternal delving of life through creativity and of awareness through...
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    In the garden I have tried to take your apology, To appeal to the very hemisphere of things, Troubled, taken, tense, You have unwinded the senses, Wrecked, trekked me like a speck of dust; Like an old song, a poem, You burnt letters in a garbage bin across the bedroom. Have you never th...
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    I’ve watched the hours die out today, Fading out against the sky, I’ve measured every single step, More than my mind can count. The sun has passed into the west, Drowned in its fiery flame, And sorrow beats inside my chest, But the moon will rise again. Tonight the stars will dare n...
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    Canto The First: Existence “Existence well what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future, The present is well out of hand.” Heart and Soul Call me whatever you will, couldn’t care less really. This isn’t a tale of adventurous bewilderment...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    “The first premise of all human history is, of course, the existence of living human individuals. Thus the first fact to be established is the physical organization of these individuals and their consequent relation to the rest of nature.” Karl Marx Freedom is the first and foremost thing that ...
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    I would be sad to think of such terrible thoughts! O! The heavens would crumble upon me! Immortality, to think about her, That thin veil, that silken veil of pure white light enshrouding nature, Taking it all upon her bosom, Nurturing, everlasting, ever-scattered over the ground, So willfully ...
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    Oh! Moon, turn the tides… gently gently away! Oh! Moon, everlasting, Turn these stone-rocks and let this vessels drift away, Let wisdom unveiled from the palm, Ah! Let it all be forsaken, Into the ocean, Away, away, Let them slide their softened hulls i...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    Ireland. The breeder of the world’s most brilliant and artistically intellectual minds, of the most accomplished writers and storytellers the world has ever seen. From the days long forgotten when the poets of the Four Provinces studied for twelve years the Cycles and the myths of old Eire and pas...
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    1 No, I will not write sentimental poetics, Nor hail the paradis artificiel of love, Somewhere there’s greatness to be uncovered, Teenage nonsense, theory of drama & tragedy, None suit & none will suffice, Words are to be worn & torn & divided, Words are to be copulated &...
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    “If they aren't able to destroy the desire for freedom, they won't break you. They won't break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the Irish people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of Ireland will have the desire for freedom to show. It is the...
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    Dear Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, I write to you this letter, with a sentiment of great and deep respect, in order to clarify to you my point of view and subsequent resolution upon the past eight hundred years of Irish history and upon the past fift...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    …and on the beach, The ruins of the beach, The sun torn and tattered, Strewn, Hurled on the ground, Destroyed The sun wept, Golden the sun wept As the tide went in, As the tide went out, As it washed the bodies, As it washed the blood, Eyes closed, Closed, Tight, Eyes not to see no ...
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    Haiti, they call you, Haiti, te llaman, Te llaman, The Temple breaks, The Temple, They break your Temple, They crumble Haiti, You crumble, Caes al suelo, Devuelta a la tierra, Devuelta al barro, Back to dust, Back to nothing, To rise Haiti, To rise. Break, waves & break, Rompen...
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    To make an even better second album and not fall victim to people's expectations (ay, there's the rub) – that is the commandment that every band must have in mind when recording a second album, especially if they want a successful follow-up to a smashing debut. In 1991, after Nirvana's ...
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    The year, 1990; the month, August; the place, Seattle, Washington. The band formed by Layne Staley and Jerry Can­trell, Alice in Chains, releases its debut album “Facelift,” quickly becoming one of music history's greatest turning points. From that year on, the first year of the last decade ...
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    There is only the blackness of the void here, There is only the emptiness of the non-space, There is only the lack of everything there is, There is only me and no one else. I knocked on God’s heavenly winged doors, I buzzed the ring for half an hour and nothing, I sang the songs and prayed...
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    1 The body wanders, slight evasive To reach a foreign voice Half-light bedroom, Agonizing by a window sill, A head, distant 2 No mist today, The city is in full parade, Colors, veils, Speeded pavement to God, Forsaken, forgotten By a column, a leaf 3 To find, to seek, To destr...
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    1 Splintered gold-struck and timbering body, Light-shredded, aching of wooden shadowing, Legs twined amongst themselves As the cascading veil postpones and realizes, Each itself and the other, Each a past, a present and a future, tangled Within the skinless, Each separate and apart, yet One ...
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    The Winter departs the meadow green, The tree-trunks in mellow voices sing To break the icy chambers of the spring And calmly set forth its glorious spleen. Once trodden the paths now lay bare to feet, The ancient blooms of daylight wanes Towards the Eastern moon of long-gone days, Where re...
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    I The sun is set on the Empire, Pillow breakers go back to their beds, Mothers sing lullabies to their sons, While fathers haste to the pubs. All but one, all but the mourning wake, Swallow their pride and forget. II The sun is set on the Empire, Soldiers lie dead, no grave to mark, Whit...
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    “Never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” John Donne I It’s two-thirty and the evening white-washes on the cold Brighton rocks, Sea-gulls are soaring high; swinging downwards Brighton walks In and out Palace Pier, the cinema cheers are in their summer blossom, Te...

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