Posted in Blabla, Dadaism, Death, Despair, Eden, Humor, Imagination, Language, Paradise, Poetry, Scardanelli, Words, tagged celebration, dada, Dickinson, Donne, nonsense, Vogelweide on February 22, 2008 | No Comments »
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In celebration of which a dada poem derived from reflected and unreflected sources and eclectic syntactic influences:
Tandaraday
Death – do not despair*
Eden ith nair –
Tandaraday –
Where we lay
In days long past
Memory – thou hast
Tandaraday
– Scardanelli
* Having shed pride
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It is a Thursday morning in late June.
The weather is cold and bleak, more like autumn and decay than the summit of summer.
It is one of those days where it hardly seems worth it to climb out of bed.
Heaviness.
No outlook.
Work to perpetuate the status quo.
Signs of decay on the health front.
My relationships to others and [...]
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Posted in Death, Despair, Life, Words on April 20, 2007 | No Comments »
But you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off.
No. You decided to spill your blood and that of others.
No. Perhaps you [...]
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Some days
like today
life, my life
appears to be
devoid of sense.
Even though
I know
that I’m supposed
to advance,
to gain
experience.
On days
like this
there is
no love,
love is
buried.
I am one
big open wound,
I am only dread
and despair.
Days like this –
the only
hope is
they’ll go by,
and experience
tells that
days like this
have gone by
in the past.
– Niebla
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