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If you then who are wicked giving good gifts [Through] their children
[to] their children
[through] their children were wickedry sent
[to] their children were a wicked’s want for their child
wicked people have children
give their children good gifts meaningfully
a longitudinal study on the efficacy of good gifts having been given
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Fwd: ww _I contain multitudes_ re Bob Dylan [twitter]
from walt whitman
[do I contradict myself?
very well, then, I contradict myself;
(I am large-I contain multitudes.)
from johann herbart
manysidedness of interest
childlike not childish
john dewey
child centered learning theory
were a sun to revolve around a planets
were a planets to revolve around a sun
I contain multitudes
and what is not known
_ amok _ 2022
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SUPERNATURAL
The autumn birds flew through winter and landed in spring
hungry
ate the dying
with spread wings and perked feathers
and language
fr SUPERNATURAL 2013
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NUDE
Woman
not just female
figure
seated wooden chair
shoulders back
feet on the floor
hands on thighs
forty eight year old woman
studio
living room
tan lines
countenance
eyes
tan lines
breath
she comments strangers
I know
I will take off my clothes too
I am no painter no visual artist
poet [poet]
and similar to a prose poet but different
we agree
on the varieties of arts and fine arts
is it cold in here
we ask each other
yes
fr Beautifully 2020
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THE STRIATIONS OF TEMPLE PHILOSOPHIES
Gathering coins from the water fountain
An unattended collection basket
Selling sunflower seeds door to door
Taxing avocados
Something to do with interest rates
Something to do with uterus
Something to do with sperm
Checking for forgotten coins in vending machines
Gainful employment including lasagna for dinner
Living off of the grid
Borrowing sugar from the neighbor of a different denomination
Say anything that comes to mind
Treasure gold into a hole in the floor
Qualify one's friends
Sing
fr Beautifully 2020
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164
Death is easy to talk about without reference the course of nature the course of life
time consumes the living
That which exists exists terminally for a stone is gone when I am gone and the sky are they not
And the same for them and them
what was present is no longer staged but who can say the others but the others themselves
There is no counter to death but to have made provisions for a line of reference
what remains is given
A lifeless features
and where I am carried without anchor for it is not I am going I am aware
Closer to want I trust
and what resistance when a sociology folds without legacy
It was not important is said
no
there was no reason for democracy like there was no reason for winter you brought
The stone is enough for memory
and all it touches
say the word foundations like the word character
Was yours
for repair
I found it in a path the same stone I am certain
fr Field Notes 2020
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Paper
Paper tree the moon is paper
the paper stone
the paper shard the potshard
The paper soil
the unnamed paper plant from
The paper museum
the paper congress with paper desks with paper pencils
the paper ink
The paper doves
the paper pigeons the paper telephone wire
six paper pigeons
The paper lake paper sailboat paper fish paper lakeweeds
the paper shoreline
then
the paper sundown
Paper sand the paper litter the paper rake the
paper
frost
Paper change
Paper reason
Paper courage
Paper butterfly the paper chair the paper frames the paper camera
the sun is paper
the sun is paper
SB © 2010 fine art
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THE ORDINARY CLOCK
The ordinary clock kept perfect time
[perfect]
The second hand swept in circles all of the hands swept
The sun rose at the proper time
[given permission ordinary permission]
(2013)
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THE FUNGAL
In darkness the fungal
elements rise and assume among the quiet
The watching nocturnal spirits
witness
And the dead and undergrown are consumed
taken back
To the ecologies of nature
every solid form returns
Nor life
I give you another name
And buried upon yourself and too the stars do know
you rise and plan your absence for sunrise
Spore puff
and gone and mallowed into the soil
Again
and again
(2013)
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I lose track of time
I bought some time
with currency
a picture of a president on it from the time machine
put it on my dresser
next to the semi precious beads and
waited
forgot about it
It was forever
having bought time
rested in the zip loc bag I suppose
it needed air it needed a garden so
easy to say
from the perspective of November
patience is no virtue
unless one is so conditioned and
requires no conscious thought
The trouble with forgetting
is a regrowth of the familiar
eats invention I suppose
that is why we have children
to remember
when the river is only satisfactory
when the night sky is only
and with limits
that is why we have children
It was the grocery store
the time was wrapped in cellophane
I had forgotten the last
batch the last eon on the dresser
no matter
better to have more than less
(2019)
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The autonomy of nature
Believe it returns upon my absence
what is stolen
returns at nature's effort
but I am nature!
what process to my own reintroduction
as if extinction cannot exist
one organism grows into another
one germ into another germ
agree
no
I cannot be natural and have a garden a farm
for sustainability is a harvest of what is given imagine
a culture of land use
sprawl
to the demise of ninety percent of species for the exploit of ten percent
the autonomy of nature is
with and without me argue
man departs nature at his eighteenth year
suffer
is no more gathering but fences and planting
the parents are seen as natural
but they know better
enlist a community to see for the education of youth
on paper trees and acid books improvisation
is improvement upon what form what city
what can I do for you [question]
was a wall built around a land called park
spectacle
bison elsewhere moose wolf it is I am endangered
for my consumption
listen the wind whistles
empty
[that]
that
© 2019
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the poem registered
was the poet with the pencil
called the constellation by name
because
attention is the redundance of
midnight
the poem registered
was the poet with the pencil
called the constellation by name
because
attention is the redundance of
midnight
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