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Monthly Archives: June 2008
Vision of a certain being, sometimes insupportably human
Velvety, morbidly insane, splashy and crashy and violently inane, ornery, rambunctious and decidedly not urbane ◊ – Niebla ( © 2008 ) Vision poem for Sunday Scribblings.
A dream of fire and air
I was blue in my dream, like an Indian god, but my headdress was Mayan, and I was kissing a reluctant sun whose serrations were cutting into me. Treacherous heavenly body! I, come out of brown clay, was burning, my … Continue reading
Posted in Art, Death, God, Hermeticism, Imagination, Life, Literature, Love, Mystery, Poetry, World
Tagged air, fire, Indian, kiss, Mayan, Sun
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Selective light
Selective light – crows in Kensington Gardens merged with a sky photo to render this effect for Inspire Me Thursday’s Find the art in the everyday topic.
A night
We walked much of the night, with the moon providing light. We were lucky that it was this bright and that white birch trunks shone. We walked along the railroad tracks all through the resounding night, and there’s hardly a … Continue reading
Posted in History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Poetry, World
Tagged meme, night, Sunday Scribblings, war, WWII
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Lancelot has heavy remembrance to wipe off his brow
In the morning what had been a future that held such admirable beauty had become a thicket of nerves, and nowhere in him would the women rescue what had been aroused in men’s dream. – Niebla ( © 2008 ) … Continue reading
Posted in Imagination, Language, Life, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, Words, World
Tagged beauty, Cafe Writing, dream, men, women
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niebla | fog 