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GREAT MEN

But really you see there weren’t any great at all. Those may not have stumbled, heads high, walked tall, filling the silence where others mumbled. But words fail skulls fall. And before? Before, they could taste, smell, see, tell, bore. … Continue reading

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CALCULATIONS

Space you measure in feet and inches and shoes by where your big toe pinches; seasons by cherry, rose and snow, when may comes and swallows go: empires by rise and fall of kings; weather by rain and drought and … Continue reading

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SILENCE

Opium heals, applying a chemical bellows to the Vital Heat; a golden silence. At what cost! Matchstick limbs out of Auschwitz, fever-bright eyes. Such sweet poison! Music heals, early music; Greek Olympian music. Clusters of notes with open phrasing dancing … Continue reading

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BANDS

Down on the plains the air is thick with dust and shouting. (Even the animals shout as they are goaded to where they do not want to go from where they do not want to be). All curse and squabble … Continue reading

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LISTENERS

Where there are listeners there is no silence. Either the sounds of the listeners’ minds rebound from the boundlessness of space, or the universe itself pounds out a multivociferous chatter; the sound of reaching out, selecting rejecting and pain; coming … Continue reading

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SILENCE

Silence Opium heals,applying a chemical bellowsto the Vital Heat;a golden silence.At what cost!Matchstick limbs out of Auschwitz,fever-bright eyes.Such sweet poison! Music heals,early music;Greek Olympian music.Clusters of notes with open phrasingdancing on the surface of the Voidand tumbling endlessly in,leaving no … Continue reading

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DIAMOND MOUNTAIN

Diamond Mountain Wind blows.Rattles an invocationtwo thousand years oldfrom bronze temple bells. Brushes a susurrusfrom ten thousand oak leaves. Draws from their branchesthe moaningof two hundred year old wood,the dry soundof a long-forgotten oboe. Causes a seventy year old manon … Continue reading

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