To All Poets, embrace it:
Suddenly . . . poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, not silence,
but from a street it called me,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among raging...
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Suddenly . . . poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, not silence,
but from a street it called me,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among raging...
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aadie:
aadie:
Blog for Honu
SG Management:
The add banner that you have recently added covering the top 1/2" of the vertical pictures is really annoying and may push me to disconnect from the site. There were already occasional popup's that one could at lease get rid of temporarily. Both really, really crass, greedy bad moves on your part. I am sure that your testing the limits. Well you have...
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The add banner that you have recently added covering the top 1/2" of the vertical pictures is really annoying and may push me to disconnect from the site. There were already occasional popup's that one could at lease get rid of temporarily. Both really, really crass, greedy bad moves on your part. I am sure that your testing the limits. Well you have...
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setsuka:
Happy Birthday!
Title page of The Marriage of Heaven and Hell illustrated by William Blake (1790)
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The...
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In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The...
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Edgar Allan Poe (1847)
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crispd and sere
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted...
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The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crispd and sere
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted...
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honu:
Oh, what demon has tempted me here?
the last blog was prompted by a tattoo of nurse rose of no mans land and the discovery of lots of tattoos of nurse rose. then all the echoes of no mans land. so as never to forget the crazy violence that surrounds us and yes to work against it in every way and to celebrate the beauty that is also all around us and...
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scargatta:
i didn t understand all 
honu:
inspiring
Rose of No Man's Land
(Jack Caddigan, James Alexander Brennan)
I've seen some beautiful flowers,
Grow in life's garden fair,
I've spent some wonderful hours,
Lost in their fragrance rare;
But I have found another,
Wondrous beyond compare.
There's a rose that grows on "No Man's Land"
And it's wonderful to see,
Tho' its spray'd with tears, it will live for years,
In my garden...
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(Jack Caddigan, James Alexander Brennan)
I've seen some beautiful flowers,
Grow in life's garden fair,
I've spent some wonderful hours,
Lost in their fragrance rare;
But I have found another,
Wondrous beyond compare.
There's a rose that grows on "No Man's Land"
And it's wonderful to see,
Tho' its spray'd with tears, it will live for years,
In my garden...
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scargatta:
sad blog with war u_u