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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, [...]

A short little poemme

I bought me a fancy pen From eBay To write short sentences Like Hemingway

3/09/08 / Dorf

6:35 PM On physical suffering of the ill and its perception by the healthy, Thomas Mann writes in The Magic Mountain (italics below mine): The sympathy that the healthy person felt for someone who was ill, which could intensify to the point of awe, since he was unable to imagine how he could ever bear [...]

Five years

[I'm pleased with myself for actually writing something after a long time. I don't know why I keep writing about love; I just write what comes to me.] After five years I knocked on her door. The door hadn’t changed; the steps leading to it, the fence guarding it from a distance, everything was the [...]

Oh tabla!

What is the sound of you? Like a thunderbolt, you strike a chord! b d p t are your letters…and the occasional l. Your voice is guttural and basic – even primordial. When you first strike you speak of the birth of planets and space – not like a foot falling on a moist forest [...]

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