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Monthly Archives: October 2011

10/20/11 / Fist

Soil The soil of a land should tell its story But it doesn’t. Stories are human, whether inherently or not And need to be told by us.

Cry

[I wrote this back in March, but for some reason didn't publish it. Now when I look at it again, I can't remember why I wrote it or why I didn't just publish it then.] Cry, dear Soul For all that was And all that wasn’t For what transpired And all that didn’t happen. Cry, [...]

10/14/11 / This is Nobel

Vaccuming There’s something…sweetly gratifying about seeing the dust and dirt collected in the see-through chamber of the vacuum cleaner after giving it a run on the floor, or even more, using the nozzle tool to clean nooks and crannies. Nobel-worthy quotation [abp:0140189416] We came up the walk, between the slow, thought-brewing, beat-up old heads, liver-spotted, [...]

10/09/11 / Last

Wherever you go I had heard it before, “You take yourself with you wherever you go,” or alternatively, “Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.” And it sounded something of a tautology, until a few days ago, when it just made a bit more sense. Augie March [abp:0140189416] You shouldn’t be angry for hearing [...]

Why

Why me? Why now? Why here (and not there)? Why you?

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