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Delirium

In Too lazy to assign a category on April 26, 2005 at 8:40 pm

The black snow runs down from the rooftops;
A red finger dips into your brow;
Blue snow flakes sink into the empty room,
They are a lovers’ dying mirrors.
Heavy and torn to pieces the mind muses,
Follows the shadow in the mirror of blue snow flakes,
The cold smile of a deceased harlot.
The evening’s wind weeps in the scent of carnations.

(Georg Trakl)

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They can’t hear it. They don’t listen to leaves  …

In Too lazy to assign a category on April 26, 2005 at 8:39 pm

They can't hear it.
They don't listen to leaves
in the moon light. The mystical
whisper of branches rubbing.

Funny what happens to a life
when trees start talking to you.
When you hear the voices of your
garden.

(Charles P. Ries)

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Where It Comes From

In Too lazy to assign a category on April 26, 2005 at 8:38 pm
There's a poem between your legs, &
off at the corners of your eyes.
You can't see it but suspect,
feel it warm, moist at the center,
pulling the world inside you.

There's a poem in your hair:
tangled today, & painful to comb through.
One on your lips, too, like the taste of your
last cigarette. There's a poem in your smile,
except that you're not smiling now,
not in the mood. There's another
beside you like a ghost or pillow you hold
with arms & thighs like an old lover as you try
to sleep & forget yet
lie awake, remembering.

There's a poem in your garbage.
Perhaps you put it there, or haven't seen it yet.
It smells like apricots, coffee, & blood,
tastes of yesterday's brandy.

There's a poem in the space between
your tongue & the nearest ear.
It's invisibly silent like a radio wave: so,
turn yourself on, listen close. It's everywhere
at once, & you give it voice like a tree
that falls in the woods.

(Ace Boggess)

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There Must Be Something

In Too lazy to assign a category on April 18, 2005 at 7:23 pm

Is the sea as beautiful as this every day?
Does the sky look like this all the time?
Is this furniture, this window
always as lovely as this?

No
by God no,
There must be something behind this somewhere.

Orhan Veli Kanik

Bir Is Var

Her gun bu kadar guzel mi bu deniz?
Boyle mi gorunur gokyuzu her zaman?
Her zaman guzel mi bu kadar,
Bu esya, bu pencere?

Degil,
Vallahi degil;
Bir is var bu isin icinde.

Orhan Veli Kanik

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Betoverende poëzie

In Too lazy to assign a category on April 18, 2005 at 7:16 pm

Bezeten was ik van Baudelaire, toen ik jong was, in Parijs.
Dronken was ik van Het Balkon, De Schoonheid en De Reis.

Zijn poëzie doordrong mijn ziel als diepe smart;
Zoals suiker in absint zich kristal na kristal onthardt.

Die andere wereld, zo geschapen door zijn verbeelding!
De opiumtuinen met laurieren, die weelderige omgeving …

In het hart van het betoverend paradijs, waarvan elk genot
Een verbod was, lag de smaak van een duizendsoortig geluk.

Op een dag nam ik toen afscheid van die wereld en dat leven
Keerde naar het universum van mijn land met heel mijn wezen.

Sedert de in die tuinen doorgebrachte jaren evenwel
Zijn die bloemen van poëzie in mijn hart niet verwelkt.

Yahya Kemal Beyatli

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Let It Go

In Too lazy to assign a category on April 17, 2005 at 10:57 pm

It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange.
The more things happen to you the more you can't
Tell or remember even what they were.

The contradictions cover such a range.
The talk would talk and go so far aslant.
You don't want madhouse and the whole thing there.

— William Empson

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What Love Is Like

In Too lazy to assign a category on April 17, 2005 at 10:53 pm

Love is like
a pineapple,
sweet and
undefinable.

— Piet Hein

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Poems on Travelling

In Too lazy to assign a category on April 17, 2005 at 5:24 pm

I.

When you're travelling,
The stars talk to you.
What they day
Is often sad.

II.

The song one whistles
While drunk in the evenings
Is merry,
But the same song
From inside of a train window
Isn't.

Orhan Veli
Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 1989

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To keep Busy

In Too lazy to assign a category on April 17, 2005 at 5:22 pm

The beautiful women thought
The love poems I wrote
Were about them,
And I always suffered
Knowing that I wrote them
To keep busy.

Orhan Veli
Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 1989

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Philosophy of Sex

In Too lazy to assign a category on April 17, 2005 at 9:44 am

"I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy."
–Tom Clancy

"You know "that look" women get when they want sex? Me neither."
–Steve Martin

"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand."
–Woody Allen

"Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night."
–Rodney Dangerfield

"There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal,
particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL."
–Lynn Lavner

"Leaving sex to the feminists is like letting your dog vacation at the taxidermist."
–Matt Barry

"Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope."
–Camille Paglia

"Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant."
–George Burns

"Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships."
–Sharon Stone

"My girlfriend always laughs during sex—no matter what she's reading."
–Steve Jobs (Founder, Apple Computers)

"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch."
–Jack Nicholson

"Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is."
–Barbara Bush (Former US First Lady — and you didn't think Barbara had a sense of humor)

"Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet."
–Robin Williams

"Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself."
–Roseanne

"Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place."
–Billy Crystal

"According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful."
–Robert De Niro

"There's a new medical crisis. Doctors are reporting that many men are having allergic reactions to latex condoms. They say they cause severe swelling. So what's the problem?"
–Dustin Hoffman

"There's very little advice in men's magazines, because men think, I know what I'm doing. Just show me somebody naked."
–Jerry Seinfeld

"Instead of getting married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and just give her a house."
–Rod Stewart

"See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time."
–Robin Williams

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