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won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed. ↗
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Title: Blue Light Lounge Sutra For The Performance Poets At Harold Park Hotel the need gotta be so deep words can't answer simple questions all night long notes stumble off the tongue & color the air indigo so deep fragments of gut & flesh cling to the song you gotta get into it so deep salt crystalizes on eyelashes the need gotta be so deep you can vomit up ghosts & not feel broken till you are no more than a half ounce of gold in painful brightness you gotta get into it blow that saxophone so deep all the sex & dope in this world can't erase your need to howl against the sky the need gotta be so deep you can't just wiggle your hips & rise up out of it chaos in the cosmos modern man in the pepperpot you gotta get hooked into every hungry groove so deep the bomb locked in rust opens like a fist into it into it so deep rhythm is pre-memory the need gotta be basic animal need to see & know the terror we are made of honey cause if you wanna dance this boogie be ready to let the devil use your head for a drum ↗
Scientific People, unscientific mind; why are we dividing the world which could shine? Between religion and science, all what matters is human lives. ↗
so much of the world is plunged in darkness and chaos... So ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in. ↗
El Hombre y el Mar - XIV ¡Tú, por ser hombre libre, amarás siempre el mar! Porque, el mar es tu espejo: en él ves tu propia alma, el despliegue infinito de sus olas, tu espíritu no es abismo que tenga amarguras menores. Te complace el hundirte en lo que es como tú, y le besas los ojos y los brazos, y olvidas hasta el propio rumor que resuena en el pecho escuchando esa queja indomable y violenta. Ambos sois tenebrosos y discretos a un tiempo: hombre, nadie ha sondeado tus abismos, oh mar, nadie sabe qué son tus tesoros más íntimos. Defendéis uno y otro todos vuestros secretos. Y no obstante hace siglos incontables que estáis empeñados en lucha sin piedad y sin tregua. Hasta tal punto amáis la matanza y la muerte, luchadores eternos, implacables hermanos. ↗
It could be said that a single person has written all the books in the world such central unity is in them that they are undeniably the work of a single all-knowing master. ↗
Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it-- ↗
Silence explains a lot of things. It tells us why people are who they not supposed to be. It's the fear of being afraid. It's because of their own safety. Sometimes it becomes an unexplainable feeling. It shows the insecureties, acceptation, love and vulnerability inside everyone of us. ↗
