I'm for that 'yes' stephen, & how you got to it is fine indeed.
Interesting, I've been thinking about memory & how wild (contingent)
its becoming to us is....
Doug
On 22-Nov-05, at 11:10 AM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
> The City undresses the eye:
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> Each image a "walk away lover"
> Here once the clarity 'her hug'
> The handshake the brief glance
> The en-trance
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> Trigger me, one, you
> into the early morning sun charms
> A detached the perspiration on the cheeks
> A loveliness quartered by heart
> The breath fumbling
> "I have stood erect under the stars"
> The bull dozer drops concrete chunks, brown dirt
> Into the big royal blue dump truck
> The 'thump' echo in the metal sound:
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> I have stood erect under the stars
> The stars before, the stars after
> To be but a moment - is it blessed? -
> Charmed under dirt, rock, stars:
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> To walk these hills this hill
> To know one way or other
> He, she or you
> "To go down to the ships"
> The ocean, boat
> The rush, everyday living
> Not so
> A moment within a moment
> Within
> To sing (blessed) unto
> Yes, unto:
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> Stephen Vincent
> http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
> Currently feature on "the walk away lover", Wittgenstein,
> "picture language," art and the language of ghosts.
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Douglas Barbour
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Shakespeare
Drag yr mouldy old bones
Up these stairs & tell me
What you died of,
I think
I’ve got it
Too.
Sharon Thesen
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