Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

June 17, 2015

What Are You Reading Wednesday/ “Blood On Snow” by Jo Nesbo

What Are You Reading Wednesdays can be a game better than Solitaire.To participate, open your current read to page 34 and answer the three questions listed below. If you have a blog, feel free to leave a link down in the comments so that others can visit and see your post. If you don’t, just leave a note with your answers.

The Questions are:
1. What’s the name of your current read?

2. Go to page 34 in your book or 34% in your eBook and share at least one complete sentence.

3. Would you like to live in the world that exists within your book? Why or why not?

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My Answers this week are:

1.”Blood On Snow” by Norwegian author Jo Nesbo

2.””There, under the chandelier, her naked skin was so white that it seemed to be a single surface, no contours, just an impenetrable whiteness, like snow in the flat light of an overcast or foggy day.”

3. This is a hard-boiled pulp fiction, taking place within the violent organised drug & prostitution world of a major city in Scandinavia. Nope. This might be an OK realm to find some escape in, but not one to find a way to escape out.

April 11, 2015

P A L P A B L E

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Neruda’s ” impalpable ash”

Chants away/

In the fray of my own tiny ruins.

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If I touch/ near the fire/

Impalpable ash..”

Chimes away/

And supports the clearing away  all

Insubstantial,

Makes way to take less blinding steps away

From  cave  to  climax

I’ve come to have left out

Crucial  rescue  tools

From my matutinal

Lost-combination locked bag of tricks.

In touch  information

Out

 

 

March 17, 2015

Try Another Dawn, Against Green Leather, On

I take my ten tablets.

Wash  ’em w/ Irish.

It’s my time

for medicine,

& no time for nonsense.

I’m ready I’ll try to pull hard

for a merciful god.

Finally I’ll try my hand

To move a pen

To move my words

To move me.

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.                                  (from 2009, Slainte.)

March 6, 2015

F O G

There’s fog.
Then, there’s people landing planes at all hours.
There’s dogs chasing birds
on runways. And one way those people in those towers
can plan to, and see to, land planes is
the guts to go with the guages.
They heartfelt dealt with data,
Trusted all they’d seen
on their farforeign &; onlyman made monitor screen.
As dogs flushed their fog,
hands hover over lights
and cover their old bets,
their usual action.

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,                                                                            from 2009

March 5, 2015

Mostly Too Costly

When the task  at hand…

When I’m asked to pay & pay

More  attention,

I  say,

It’s mostly  too costly and

It’s evident  one’s needs warrant

Intervention.

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It’s  ridiculous,  

I’m  impossible,

I’m impervious  to all I’m capable.

November 22, 2014

fleeting thing

I would probably  be able to say,

I  could pray  for  love.

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“mistakes  got  made.”

That just was spokespeople, just was scripted to say

At press conferences/  when the best of the last vestiges

of subterfuge/  just clears away

Just  faster than the disaster will

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if only i will…

if only i was able…

October 31, 2014

HALCYONDER

This  season

The storms  staid off

Or didn’t  set in

I needn’t pack  sand bags

Nature spared me  the necessity

To save myself from flood

Anyway

August 25, 2014

leg lifts just before those swift train doors close; an exercise

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leg lifts just before those swift train doors close; an exercise
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.The next step/ waiting maybe wrong

in dark matter

An other thing/ a rung on a dark ladder

A nothing/

As it happens/ not to happen

The next step/ leg stiff/ fixing to flex

to a leg lift/

I’m fixing to find/ A gift of intentions

To move me to move/

given/ attention enough

to move on/ away from the station

g.r.melvin (2009)

July 28, 2014

Your Mind Is Your Predicament

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“If you don’t get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don’t want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can’t hold on to it forever. Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change. Free of pain, free of the obligations of life and death. But change is law and no amount of pretending will alter that reality.”

 

                                                                         -Socrates

May 29, 2014

Where Is The Wound That Shines

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“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree”
. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

 

 

 

Where is the wound that shines?

50 years on

On his day/

Why must the sound of industrial air here,

Its venting just sends me to a less-shielded shy there,

Back again to that day.

Far too young  to fathom,

Or even  notice  yr. crevasse,

Yr  Grande Malaise,

Yr. countdown…Yr. Pass.

It makes me madly think now

It takes  the saddest thing    to tell now..

Stuck in a stack of old New Yorkers

There’s this old drawing

A mere boy  drawn in black & white

Stands on a step of his own basement, stares,

He did look down on his own  livid  apocalypse,

His lips, and the caption say

“It’s O.K.”

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Here is the wound that shines

Tonight, a glint off yr. cracked onyx ring.

I lift it  in my open fist to my lips.

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again, r.i.p. daddy 3/21/1929-5/29/1959

 

 

 

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