11.29.2007
11.27.2007
Music
Moss Amethyst Necklace• • •
the slow mornings of coffee and newspapersfrom The Dumka by B. H. Fairchild
and evenings of music and scattered bits
of talk like leaves suddenly fallen before
one notices the new season. And they would sit
there alone and soon he would reach across
and lift her hand as if it were the last unbroken
leaf and he would hold her hand in his hand
for a long time and they would look far off
into the music of their lives as they sat alone
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Feather and Bone
I sat stillfrom Feather and Bone by Suzanne Vega
in the five o'clock light
the sun came in through the crack
the floor to your room
was all splinters
and, still,
some are remaining
through skin
and through flesh
cutting in patterns
like diamonds
like needles
down to the bone.
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11.25.2007
Water-burn

We should have been galloping on horses, their hoofprints
Splashes of light, divots kicked out of the darkness,
Or hauling up lobster pots in a wake of sparks. Where
Were the otters and seals? Were the dolphins on fire?
Yes, we should have been doing more with our lives.
Water-burn by Michael Longley
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11.24.2007
The Great Event
It's going to happen very soon. The great event that will end the horror. That will end the sorrow. Next Tuesday, when the sun does down, I will play the Moonlight Sonata backwards. This will reverse the effects of the world's mad plunge into suffering for the last 200 million years. What a lovely night that will be. What a sigh of relief, as the senile robins become bright red again, and the retired nightingales pick up their dusty tails, and assert the majesty of creation!
The Great Event by Leonard Cohen
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11.18.2007
St. Elmo's Fire
In the medieval nightfrom Looking for You (I Was) by Patti Smith
'Twas love's design
And the sky was open
Like a valentine
All the lacy lights
Where wishes fall
And like Shakespeare's child
I wished on them all
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11.16.2007
Blue Moment
Blue EarringsThere comes the strangest moment in your life,from There Comes the Strangest Moment by Kate Light
when everything you thought before breaks free--
what you relied upon, as ground-rule and as rite
looks upside down from how it used to be.
Skin's gone pale, your brain is shedding cells;
you question every tenet you set down;
obedient thoughts have turned to infidels
and every verb desires to be a noun.
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11.14.2007
Red
Even if I am in love with youfrom Marlene On The Wall by Suzanne Vega
All this to say, what's it to you?
Observe the blood, the rose tatoo
Of the fingerprints on me from you
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11.13.2007
Loss
Come forth from the cloud of unknowingfrom The Window by Leonard Cohen
and kiss the cheek of the moon;
the code of solitude broken,
why tarry confused and alone?
And leave no word of discomfort,
and leave no observer to mourn,
but climb on your tears and be silent
like the rose on its ladder of thorn.
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11.11.2007
Bangles
Hammered Sterling Silver Bangle Bracelets• • •
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
from A Ritual to Read to Each Other by William Stafford
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11.10.2007
11.09.2007
This Is Just to Say
I have justErica-Lynn Gambino
asked you to
get out of my
apartment
even though
you never
thought
I would
Forgive me
you were
driving
me insane
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Pearls
Bronze Pearl with 22k Rose Gold Vermeil Heart Necklace• • •
sometimes you find yourself flying low at nightExcerpt from Mad Mission by Patti Griffin
flying blind and looking for any sign of light
you're cold and scared and all alone
you'd do anything just to make it home
it's a mad mission under difficult conditions
not everybody makes it to the loving cup
it's a mad mission but i got the ambition
mad, mad mission sign me up
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11.08.2007
Spiral
Pearl and Gold Spiral NecklaceA Door
I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside.
- Rumi
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11.07.2007
Sometimes
Sometimes things don't go, after all,Sheenagh Pugh
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
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11.06.2007
11.05.2007
Ocean
Keep walking, though there's no place to get to.Move Within by Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks
Don't try to see through the distances.
That's not for human beings. Move within,
but don't move the way fear makes you move.
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11.04.2007
The Three Goals
Hammered Silver and 14k Gold Pendant Necklace• • •
The first goal is to see the thing itselfin and for itself, to see it simply and clearly
for what it is.
No symbolism, please.
The second goal is to see each individual thing
as unified, as one, with all the other
ten thousand things.
In this regard, a little wine helps a lot.
The third goal is to grasp the first and second goals,
to see the universal and the particular,
simultaneously.
Regarding this one, call me when you get it.
The Three Goals by David Budbill
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11.03.2007
Again?
Will you stop for a while, stop trying to pull yourself
together
for some clear "meaning"--some momentary summary?
no one
can have poetry or dances, prayers or climaxes all day,
the ordinary
blankness of little dramatic consciousness is good for the
health sometimes,
only Dostoevsky can be Dostoevskian at such long
long tumultuous stretches;
Excerpt from Moderation Is Not a Negation of Intensity, But Helps Avoid Monotony by John Tagliabue
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11.02.2007
Mask
Body is a thing that you have to leave
eventually. You know that because you have
seen others do it, others who were once like you,
living inside their pile of bones and
flesh, smiling at you, loving you,
leaning in the doorway, talking to you
for hours and then one day they
are gone. No forwarding address.
Excerpt from Living in the Body by Joyce Sutphen
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Dia de los Muertos
Perfection Wasted
And another regrettable thing about death
is the ceasing of your own brand of magic,
which took a whole life to develop and market--
the quips, the witticisms, the slant
adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest
the lip of the stage, their soft faces blanched
in the footlight glow, their laughter close to tears,
their tears confused with their diamond earrings,
their warm pooled breath in and out with your heartbeat,
their response and your performance twinned.
The jokes over the phone. The memories packed
in the rapid-access file. The whole act.
Who will do it again? That's it: no one;
imitators and descendants aren't the same.
John Updike
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11.01.2007
Dia de Todos los Santos
I watched the turtle dwindle day by day,Excerpt from Death and the Turtle by May Sarton
Get more remote, lie limp upon my hand;
When offered food he turned his head away;
The emerald shell grew soft. Quite near the end
Those withdrawn paws stretched out to grasp
His head in a poignant dying gesture.
It was so strangely like a human clasp,
My heart cracked for the brother creature.
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Bats
Black and Grey Agate Bracelet• • •
A bat is bornExcerpt from Bats by Randall Jarrell
Naked and blind and pale.
His mother makes a pocket of her tail
and catches him. He clings to her long fur
By his thumbs and toes and teeth.
And then the mother dances through the night
Doubling and looping, soaring, somersaulting--
Her baby hangs on underneath.
All night, in happiness, she hunts and flies.
Her sharp cries
Like shining needlepoints of sound
Go out into the night, and echoing back,
Tell her what they have touched.
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