tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75176176889627546202024-03-13T07:47:47.434-07:00Book SymposiumKristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-18733827414174638142010-12-20T09:11:00.000-08:002010-12-20T09:11:07.870-08:00I am an Artoholic!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kl_w5etcgehfXbF4oJdEkHQdaHwiC02MLmBYonNg-eaoRbBSA5c8NGlWn8t39kB9itkS4rbZ0BMiFk73HtlTFXoNuiX2Zv6I2pUm3b7SGldBlBYNE9kCDeYVdKW-t5a_-tPgHXyw5WeJ/s1600/IMG_2556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kl_w5etcgehfXbF4oJdEkHQdaHwiC02MLmBYonNg-eaoRbBSA5c8NGlWn8t39kB9itkS4rbZ0BMiFk73HtlTFXoNuiX2Zv6I2pUm3b7SGldBlBYNE9kCDeYVdKW-t5a_-tPgHXyw5WeJ/s320/IMG_2556.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">MY NAME IS CHARLES SAATCHI</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">AND I AM AN ARTOHOLIC</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">One of the first things I will do when I arrive in London is to go to the Saatchi Gallery. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The Saatchi Gallery inside the Duke of Yorks HQ, on King´s Road is one of the largest Contemporary art spaces in the world with 70,000 square foot. Until then, I will have to be satisfied by the owners book. In <i>"My name is Charles Saatchi and I am an artoholic"</i> Charles Saatchi has posted questions he has been asked but never wanted to answer before now. With this he hopes that he has given the media what it wants and to please just leave him alone...!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">It's a raw, funny, informative and provocative picture of an Art Collector that comes clear after finishing the book. Charles Saatchi, so called the "Super-collector" also managed to snag and collect the fabulous Cooking Goddess Nigella Lawson.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">A perfect gift for someone who is usually too busy to read, but love art? It is a quick read and at times quite entertaining.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i>" There are no rules about investment. Sharks can be good. Artists dung can be good. Oil on canvas can be good. There´s a squad of conservators out there to look after anything an artist decides is art."</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i>"Being a good artist is the toughest job you could pick, and you have to be a little nuts to take it on. I love them all."</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i>"...once you have bought something that doesn´t fit in your home, and has to be stored in an art depot, you're officially an art collector"</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><br />
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</div></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>"I´m sure it´s fantastic, but a bit wasted on me. I like toast with Dairylea, followed by Weetabix for supper. It drives her to distraction, frankly, particularly as she gets the blame for my new fat look. But the children love her cooking, and our friends seem to look forward to it."</i></div></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>"<b>The more you like art, the more art you like...</b></i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><i><br />
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</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-15585689664329764132010-12-08T09:21:00.000-08:002010-12-08T09:22:13.623-08:00Where the Wild Roses Grow!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;">I am writing about Nick Cave the Artist on my ArtEco blog and I came to remember this Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds song. One of my all time fav</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;">orites, I just had to share it with you:)!!</span><br />
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</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">They call me The Wild Rose</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">But my name was Elisa Day</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Why they call me it I do not know</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">For my name was Elisa Day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"> </span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">She stared in my eyes and smiled</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">For her lips were the colour of the roses</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">That grew down the river, all bloody and wild<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"> </span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">When he knocked on my door and entered the room</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">My trembling subsided in his sure embrace</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">He would be my first man, and with a careful hand</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">He wiped at the tears that ran down my face<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"> </span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>[Chorus]</i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">On the second day I brought her a flower</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">So sweet and scarlet and free?"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"> </span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">On the second day he came with a single red rose</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"> </span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>[Chorus]</i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">On the third day he took me to the river</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">He showed me the roses and we kissed</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And the last thing I heard was a muttered word</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"> </span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"> </span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>[Chorus]</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span></div></span>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-28573107908574453072010-10-20T07:38:00.000-07:002010-10-20T07:39:53.106-07:00The Secret Lives of People in Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img height="400" id="il_fi" src="http://images.indiebound.com/121/766/9780061766121.jpg" width="265" /></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">An intricate small book filled with short unusual Love stories.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">The stories snakes itself around wonderfully sculpted sentences. You can find a new meaning or a new direction in every single sentence or segment.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">My favorite short story was "Snow Falls and then Disappears" a story of having a choice of leaving or having already been left.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Some highlights bellow:</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Would you like to wash her face?" The nurse asked. He turned to his sleeping wife and imagined swishing a wet cloth through the tiny canyons and then across the plains of her cheeks. He felt awkward and his hands turned to wood"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"My grandmother may know that Isabella is not really part of the family, but only I know her real name and her history (which is bleak). No, I would never say anything because everyone in the family (including her) is in love with another."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"He thinks how strange life is with its frayed edges and second chances; and though by morning he will have forgotten that he ever though it, Gerard feels as though he is being followed, that there are voices he can´t hear, that the footsteps of snow on the windown are just that, and like Lucy´s conception - life is a string of guided and subtle explosions."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">With that I wish you a day of wonderful small explosions.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">With Love </div><div style="text-align: center;">Kristin</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-90000015784283529872010-09-30T10:30:00.000-07:002010-09-30T14:52:00.569-07:00Wedding Poem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img height="400" id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs436.snc4/47964_153345138018339_100000285605810_406319_6363537_n.jpg" width="311" /></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">I was Running</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Running as fast as I could</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">In the wrong </div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">direction</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">When a hand reached out</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">on a roof in front of a </div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Swimming Pool</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">In New York City</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">It was a dead end</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">A good dead end</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">My heart skipped a beat</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Before it ended up on a Tribeca</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">balcony with wine,</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">music, Laughter</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">and the feeling </div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">of this is so right</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">This is so right</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">2 weeks</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">and my belongings</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">became your belongings</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">4 months </div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">and my body became </div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">your body</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">and one more</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">little man</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">and then another </div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">little man</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">An apartment</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">turned into a house</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">A house at the Beach</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">and then</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">here we are</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Together</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Us Two</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Us Four</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">and all of You</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">to Celebrate</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Us Two</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">In Love</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-5506425285861297162010-09-14T06:58:00.001-07:002010-09-30T14:52:39.631-07:00A short life of trouble<div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><img height="400" id="il_fi" src="http://ledeluge.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/97805202570091.jpg?w=213&h=322" style="cursor: move;" width="265" /></div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Marcia Tucker</span></div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"A short life of trouble,</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">forty years in the new york art world"</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">(edited by Lisa Lou)</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I lived myself into the life of Marcia Tucker like I could meet her tomorrow. Maybe suddenly she would be standing in front of me at an opening in Manhattan, I thought. Then I would not hesitate to tell her how inspiring I thought her book was and how much I actually cried while reading it.</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Then I realized Marcia Tucker is not here anymore.... I will never be able to meet her.</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Broke, daring and not compromising. She went on to assist a portrait painter, and gradually by meeting the right people and throwing herself with passion into the Art World, it lead her to an incredible carrier at the Whitney.</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">How i wished I could have seen some of the exhibits that she curated. She brought forward artists like Bruce Nauman and Richard Tuttle in the 70's. As a strong feminist Woman of the time, she managed to arrange solo exhibits for Ree Morton, Gladys Nilsson, Nancy Graves, Jane Kaufmann, Lee Krasner and Joan Mitchell. Thinking this was nearly 40 years ago, it is quite amazing, since still there are still few and far between the female solo shows.</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">When her exhibitions became to progressive for The Whitney, they fired her. </div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">But, here comes my favorite part, instead of letting that bring her down. She put the little money she had left about $1,200 and began her adventures with "The New Museum". Building a new Museum from the bottom up.</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Although she resigned her position as the Director of the New Museum in 1998 and died in 2006.</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">There would have never been a "New Museum" as we know it without her daring enthusiasm to start it and bring it forward.</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The New Museum is still a progressive place where they give new Artists Solo shows. Like Urs Fischer and <a href="http://artecony.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish-your-wish.html">Rivane Neuenschwander</a>.</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"></div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-8848598408951368662010-07-19T09:22:00.000-07:002010-09-30T14:53:15.878-07:00I Hid My Love!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ae/John_Clare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ae/John_Clare.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">John Clare </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">1793 - 1864</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ah those first summers of love:)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I HID MY LOVE</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I hid my love when young till I</div><div style="text-align: left;">Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;</div><div style="text-align: left;">I hid my love to my despite</div><div style="text-align: left;">Till I could not bear to look at light:</div><div style="text-align: left;">I dare not gaze upon her face</div><div style="text-align: left;">But left her memory in each place;</div><div style="text-align: left;">Where'er I saw a wild flower lie</div><div style="text-align: left;">I kissed and bade my love good-bye.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I met her in the greenest dells,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;</div><div style="text-align: left;">The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,</div><div style="text-align: left;">The bee kissed and went singing by,</div><div style="text-align: left;">A sunbeam found a passage here,</div><div style="text-align: left;">A gold chain round her neck so fair;</div><div style="text-align: left;">As secret as the wild bee's song</div><div style="text-align: left;">She lay there all the summer long.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I hid my love in field and town</div><div style="text-align: left;">Till e'en the breeze would knock me down;</div><div style="text-align: left;">The bees seemed singing ballads o'er,</div><div style="text-align: left;">The fly's bass turned a lion's roar;</div><div style="text-align: left;">And even silence found a tongue,</div><div style="text-align: left;">To haunt me all the summer long;</div><div style="text-align: left;">The riddle nature could not prove </div><div style="text-align: left;">Was nothing else but secret love.</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-28827867570597227502010-07-06T11:31:00.000-07:002010-07-06T11:34:24.888-07:00Unknown Bird<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://poetrycenter.arizona.edu/exhibits/merwin-early-media/early-merwin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://poetrycenter.arizona.edu/exhibits/merwin-early-media/early-merwin.jpg" /></a></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Tahoma; padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 13px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3c605b; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">W.S. Merwin</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 13px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c605b; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><b>Will be the America´s 17th Poet Laureate</b></span></span></div><div align="left" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 13px;"><span style="color: #3c605b; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;">Unknown Bird </span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 20px;">Out of the dry days<br />
through the dusty leaves<br />
far across the valley<br />
those few notes never<br />
heard here before<br />
<br />
one fluted phrase<br />
floating over its<br />
wandering secret<br />
all at once wells up<br />
somewhere else<br />
<br />
and is gone before it<br />
goes on fallen into<br />
its own echo leaving<br />
a hollow through the air<br />
that is dry as before<br />
<br />
where is it from<br />
hardly anyone<br />
seems to have noticed it<br />
so far but who now<br />
would have been listening<br />
<br />
it is not native here<br />
that may be the one<br />
thing we are sure of<br />
it came from somewhere<br />
else perhaps alone<br />
<br />
so keeps on calling for<br />
no one who is here<br />
hoping to be heard<br />
by another of its own<br />
unlikely origin<br />
<br />
trying once more the same few<br />
notes that began the song<br />
of an oriole last heard<br />
years ago in another<br />
existence there<br />
<br />
it goes again tell<br />
no one it is here<br />
foreign as we are<br />
who are filling the days<br />
with a sound of our own</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-9268436069941577032010-07-01T14:55:00.000-07:002010-07-01T15:52:17.141-07:00Love thou art high!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
<a href="http://stldesignworld.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/emily-dickinson-c-1850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://stldesignworld.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/emily-dickinson-c-1850.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Emily Dickinson</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>(1830-1886)</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Emily Dickinson was such a fantastic romantic.... would this work as a wedding poem?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">LOVE THOU ART HIGH</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Love - thou art high -</div><div style="text-align: left;">I cannot climb thee -</div><div style="text-align: left;">But, were it Two -</div><div style="text-align: left;">Who knows but we -</div><div style="text-align: left;">Taking turns - at the Chimborazo -</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ducal - at last - stand up by thee -</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Love - thou art deep -</div><div style="text-align: left;">I cannot cross thee -</div><div style="text-align: left;">But, were there Two </div><div style="text-align: left;">Instead of One -</div><div style="text-align: left;">Rower, and yacht - some sovereign summer -</div><div style="text-align: left;">Who knows - but we´d reach the Sun?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Love - thou art Veiled -</div><div style="text-align: left;">A few - behold thee - </div><div style="text-align: left;">Smile - and alter - and prattle - and die -</div><div style="text-align: left;">Bliss - were an Oddity - without thee -</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nicknamed by God -</div><div style="text-align: left;">Eternity -</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-12498346119978469652010-06-22T20:16:00.000-07:002010-07-01T14:55:57.050-07:00I knew a Woman!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/ABPub/2007/07/26/2003807237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/ABPub/2007/07/26/2003807237.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Theodore Roethke</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(1908-1963)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I knew a Woman</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,</div><div style="text-align: left;">When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:</div><div style="text-align: left;">The shapes a bright container can contain!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Or English poets who grew up on Greek</div><div style="text-align: left;">(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,</div><div style="text-align: left;">She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand;</div><div style="text-align: left;">She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;</div><div style="text-align: left;">I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;</div><div style="text-align: left;">She was the sickle; I poor I, the rake,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Coming behind her for her pretty sake</div><div style="text-align: left;">(But what prodigious mowing we did make).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Love like a gander, and adores a goose:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;</div><div style="text-align: left;">She played it quick, she played it light and loose;</div><div style="text-align: left;">My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;</div><div style="text-align: left;">Her several parts could keep a pure repose,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose</div><div style="text-align: left;">(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm martyr to a motion not my own;</div><div style="text-align: left;">What's freedom for? To know eternity.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But who count eternity in days?</div><div style="text-align: left;">These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:</div><div style="text-align: left;">(I measure time by how a body sways).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-72861185055458908962010-06-11T19:28:00.000-07:002010-06-11T19:29:32.028-07:00So I live and so I dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpEXP7DT_ZcuIqEnZZrZKMfay2Raiu4p07uZSnHGep1ND528lrxYDWcBw180ARoj-rXoXymrvabX65dvQjFV_JLD8myhPj09Jv6kkolHg6UdAzBvF_aZR2rOXhS_r249kSy-IoxkA_xi0/s1600/IMG_0660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpEXP7DT_ZcuIqEnZZrZKMfay2Raiu4p07uZSnHGep1ND528lrxYDWcBw180ARoj-rXoXymrvabX65dvQjFV_JLD8myhPj09Jv6kkolHg6UdAzBvF_aZR2rOXhS_r249kSy-IoxkA_xi0/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I live and so I dream</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I hear and so I think</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rich I am </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Imagine</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rich of Life</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Imagine</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with the Golden Light</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and the waves flushing </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">up the sand while I</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sink into my womb chair </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">or my plateau bed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The golden light </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> imagine</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that I am rich</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rich of life</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rich of gift</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The one who can give</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give a dream of life</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Golden with the sound of</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the unknown</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">An ocean of secrets</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to share</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I live and so I dream</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I hear and so I think</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-75841375232632245802010-06-01T13:08:00.000-07:002010-06-11T19:30:20.851-07:00I will greet the sun again<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"><tbody>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.filmsocietyhf.org/Forough3msmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.filmsocietyhf.org/Forough3msmall.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Forough Farokhazad</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">One of the most influential female poets from Iran.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">1935-1967</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I will greet the sun again</span></span></span></span></div></i></b></span></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td valign="top" width="592"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am sending my greetings to the sun,</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">T</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">o the tender river that filled my veins,</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">To the raining clouds that carried my long dreams</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And t</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">o the sore aging of poplar trees in the yard:</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They escorted me in all visits of dried times.</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am sending my greetings to the crowd of crows:</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They always brought me the fresh perfume of nights’ crops.</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And to my mother who stayed in the mirror,</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And looked like my aged face.</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My greetings to the earth,</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The earth that the thrill of repeating me,</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">was cramming beneath its aroused inside,</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">by green seeds.</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I will come, I will come,</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I will arrive.</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">With my curls: the winged scent of the soil</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">With my eyes: the bright insight of the night</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And I will bring all flowers I picked</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">from the other side of the wall.</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I will come, I will come,</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I will arrive.</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And then the gates will be invaded by love,</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And there, I will greet everybody who loves.</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And, I know:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">There will be a girl, still standing in front of the gates,</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">those soaked gates in the deluge of love…</span></span><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I will greet her again as well.</span></span></span></div></div></span></td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Drinking German beer</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and trying to come up with </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the immortal poem at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5 p.m. in the afternoon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but, ah, I´ve told the</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">students that the thing </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to do is not to try.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but when the women aren´t</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">around and the horses aren´t </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">running</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">what else is there to do?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I´ve had a couple of </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sexual fantasies</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">had lunch out</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mailed three letters</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">been to the grocery store.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">nothing on tv.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the telephone is quiet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I´ve run dental floss</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">between my teeth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it won´t rain and I listen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to the early arrivals from the</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">8 hour day as they</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">drive in and park their cars</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">behind the apartment</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">next door.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I sit drinking German beer</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and trying to come up with the</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">big one</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and I´m not going to make it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I´m just going to keep drinking</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">more and more German beer</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and rolling smokes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and by 11 p.m.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I´ll be spread out</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">on the unmade bed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">face up</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">asleep under the electric </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">light</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">still waiting on the immortal</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">poem.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-Charles Bukowski</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-69551447736818747072010-05-25T17:34:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:02:07.589-07:00Ahahahahaha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rTzxj1ceSPyqwbtTzAJJDv_pc-SoAVdH-n8vAlhe_JeA-juUA1geq0dmhReeMKQtChO8fiZ0A_IRjLrSuCaQ9B8GkPh8lMknH0-qc6AcmDTqIWuoyIc5Tru1r_zdBGE0GT94MWB8fZwo/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rTzxj1ceSPyqwbtTzAJJDv_pc-SoAVdH-n8vAlhe_JeA-juUA1geq0dmhReeMKQtChO8fiZ0A_IRjLrSuCaQ9B8GkPh8lMknH0-qc6AcmDTqIWuoyIc5Tru1r_zdBGE0GT94MWB8fZwo/s320/IMG_0829.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Welcome home</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ahahahahahah</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Welcome home</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don´t run</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">just walk</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">silently </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">up the stairs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and I will</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">welcome you home</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don´t stare </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">don´t smile </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">not yet</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">first I need to </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">frighten you a little</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wait for my scream</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">then wait for my laughter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I can´t help but</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">play this game</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Welcome home</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ahahahahaha</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I knew you would stay</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I knew we could</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> laugh ourselves</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">into the future</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Welcome home</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ahahahahahaha</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Kristin Hjellegjerde</span></div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-38540194290535942682010-05-19T13:28:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:04:03.000-07:00Dalai Lama in New York!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="S.S. o Dalai Lama by Elton Melo." class="reflect" height="400" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/141937704_246761b3bd.jpg" title="" width="400" /></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Picture taken by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eltonmelo/141937704/in/photostream/">Elton Melo</a></span></i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The Art of Happiness</span></div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;">A Handbook for Living</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;">by</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;">Dalai Lama and Howard C. Cutler. M.D.</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Elizabeth from the great and inspiring <a href="http://elizabethavedon.blogspot.com/2010/05/richard-gere-hh-dalai-lama-in-nyc.html">Elizabeth Avedon Blog</a> put some gorgeous photos of the Dalai Lama taken by Richard Gere today. This made me inspired to write about "The Art of Happiness" that I read a while back. <a href="http://www.dalailamany.org/">Dalai Lama</a> will be in N.Y. City the next four days offering teachings and public talks at Radio City Music Hall.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Dalai Lama, the smiling, loving definitively deserving Nobel Prize winner is spreading his happiness, that he is known for in this book. Helping us learn to deal with our worries and to think of happiness as the purpose of life.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Here are some quotes from the book:</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i>"The purpose of our existence is to seek happiness."</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i>"If we utilize our favorable circumstances, such as our good health or wealth, in positive ways, in helping others, they can be contributory factors in achieving a happier life."</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i>"The greater the level of calmness of our mind, the greater our peace of mind, the greater our ability to enjoy a happy and joyful life."</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">- I am working hard on this one...being calm....</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i>"We don´t need more money, we don´t need greater success or fame, we don´t need the perfect body or even the perfect mate - right now, at this very moment, we have a mind, which is all the basic equipment we need to achieve complete happiness."</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i>"If you maintain a feeling of compassion, loving kindness, then something automatically opens your inner door. Through that, you can communicate much more easiliy with other people. And that feeling of warmth creates a kind of openness. You´ll find that all human beings are just like you, so you´ll be able to relate to them more easily."</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i>"Everyday as soon as you get up, you can develop a sincere positive motivation, thinking, I will utilize this day in a more positive way. I should not waste this very day. And then, at night before bed, check what you´ve done, asking yourself, Did I utilize this day as i Planned?"</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i>"The turning-toward happiness as a valid goal and the conscious decision to seek happiness in a systematic manner can profoundly change the rest of our lives."</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i>"We need to actively cultivate the antidotes to hatred; patience and tolerance."</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Please let me remember this one:</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"If there is a solution to the problem, there is no need to worry. If there is no solution, there is no sense of worrying either"</span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i>"So if our definition of love is based on a genuine wish for someone´s happiness, then each of us does in fact love himself or herself - every one of us sincerely wishes for his or her own happiness."</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">As the book opens with.</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i>Dedicated to the Reader:</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">MAY YOU FIND HAPPINESS.</span></i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><i>Love Kristin</i></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-66066086243997252302010-05-13T01:06:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:02:07.589-07:00I don´t know howI don´t know how to stop the time<br />
while I turn the pancake<br />
change a diaper,<br />
run the stairs, brush through the paper<br />
pay the contractor, talk to the gardner<br />
call the plumber that never shows<br />
play games, hide and seek<br />
Laugh a bit, cry a bit,<br />
See lots of Art, feel the Art<br />
Just be, be at many places at one time<br />
I can´t miss out on the good times, bad times<br />
try to be a good friend, mother, lover<br />
just how can I sit down and just watch<br />
the ocean for a few minutes,<br />
When I don´t know how to stop the time?Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-89966724574102954882010-05-04T13:58:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:02:07.589-07:00Failing to FallTen times trying<br />
Ten times failing<br />
the hours leaving<br />
while urgently<br />
grabing for the hours<br />
I could sink<br />
sink into an endlessness<br />
of opportunities<br />
bring me to dreams<br />
I could not come up<br />
with, not without<br />
falling<br />
falling<br />
endlessly into a world<br />
of no controlKristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-56290867906519807972010-04-29T22:38:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:03:51.410-07:00Metamorphoses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.hps.cam.ac.uk/starry/armillpoemslrg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.hps.cam.ac.uk/starry/armillpoemslrg.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Atlas bearing the heavens from William Cunningham,</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The Cosmographicall Glasse, London 1559</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>(The verse on the engraving is from Virgil´s Aenid)</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yet Ancient Earth, child-bearer of all things</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Was not subdued, surrounded as she was</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">By deep and shrinking seas and by her rivers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That sank to darkest wells down to her womb;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Though black with heat and soot she raised her face,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And as she lifted hands to shield her eyes, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She shrank back lower than her usual place</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While all things shook as though the world would break.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She cried aloud, "O greatest of the gods! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is this your will and is this my reward?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Why does your lightning cease? If this</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is death by fire, then let your bolt of fire</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Bring death to me so I may suffer you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To cause my death; even now I scarcely speak -"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For flames and smoke had filled her mouth, her throat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"See my charred hair, ashes are in my eyes, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Across my face; have I earned this for my </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fertility? For me who wear the scars</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of plough and spade? And each year torn and delved</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That grass my grow for cattle, grain for men,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And myrrh placed on the altars of the gods?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It may be I deserve and easy death,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But how or why has Sea, your brother erred?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And why has water, fallen to his share</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As third of our estate, dwindled to nothing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And farther from the sky? If you have no</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Concern for him nor me, look how your heavens</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blaze from pole to pole - if fire consumes them</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The very universe will fall to dust.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In pain, in worry, Atlas almost fails </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To balance world´s hot axis on his shoulders;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If sea, land, and celestial heavens fall,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The very world we live in falls to dust,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we return to Chaos. Save, O Lord,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The charred remains of our poor Universe."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<div>It is just excellent.... and reminds you about how destructive jealousy is.<br />
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</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica;">"She that was ever fair and never proud,<br />
had tongue at will and yet was never loud,<br />
never lacked gold and yet went never gay,<br />
fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may.'<br />
She that, being angered, her revenge being nigh,<br />
bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly.<br />
She that in wisdom never was so frail<br />
to change the cod's head for the salmon's tail.<br />
She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind,<br />
see suitors following and not look behind.<br />
She was a wight, if ever such wight were...<br />
to suckle fools and chronicle small beer."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica;">- spoken by Iago.</span></div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-78353666207168506322010-04-18T05:43:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:04:14.407-07:00Seneca<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGv3KkdaG4MQFulMkKhyphenhyphenxiiH9nWbiZIsnIVulHHzArx3a_5F_d6Y9gGTYM3nnvQ3xCZLgJoRD8iUvN35LbZzoc6HVXSmvN5LvLl_8cBWyV537wpHUmjrQ8UN4hg0lG8evjeyYv8dbCqGjf/s1600/IMG_0640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGv3KkdaG4MQFulMkKhyphenhyphenxiiH9nWbiZIsnIVulHHzArx3a_5F_d6Y9gGTYM3nnvQ3xCZLgJoRD8iUvN35LbZzoc6HVXSmvN5LvLl_8cBWyV537wpHUmjrQ8UN4hg0lG8evjeyYv8dbCqGjf/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Seneca</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>On the shortness of life </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I love these small Penguin books about great ideas. They make the great philosophers and thinkers available to us in artistic bring along books. </div><div style="text-align: left;">It has been questioned when actually Seneca was born but the say about 5 BC and that he died AD 65 when he was forced to commit suicide. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Seneca was a philosopher, dramatist, statesman and humorist, during the <i>Silver Age</i> of Latin Literature.<i> </i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"we are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not ill-supplied but wasteful of it"</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"Living is the least important activity of the preoccupied man; yet there is nothing which is harder to learn."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"...learning how to live takes a whole life,....it takes a whole life to learn how to die."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"live immediately"</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"Life is divided into three periods, past, present and future. Of these, the present is short, the future is doubtful, the past is certain"</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"Of all people only those are at leisure who make time for philosophy, only those are really alive"</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"No man is despised by another unless he is first despised by himself"</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I will end it with this great paragraph... have a fabulous study day, with love:)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"If you apply yourself to study you will avoid all boredom with life, you will not long for night because you are sick of daylight, you will be neither a burden to yourself nor useless to others, you will attract many to become your friends and the finest people will flock around you".</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
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</i></div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-45740199686478277712010-04-15T09:40:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:04:28.513-07:00Edna St. Vincent Millay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjDPHRgFzpZVGqfdmUfwVSau-wpi_9QUd1wvTsmd8tThSn3HlMvx_J6V8Zh63hNSr-W5nshyL1lS_QMB2jstt_nNCFc-eh5h0AOtxzDltBvCqTzwiH6GMxzUtl0TFUE6CbUqSC7gRHnx0/s1600/IMG_0527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjDPHRgFzpZVGqfdmUfwVSau-wpi_9QUd1wvTsmd8tThSn3HlMvx_J6V8Zh63hNSr-W5nshyL1lS_QMB2jstt_nNCFc-eh5h0AOtxzDltBvCqTzwiH6GMxzUtl0TFUE6CbUqSC7gRHnx0/s320/IMG_0527.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>To the Not Impossible Him</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">How shall I know, unless I go</div><div style="text-align: center;">To Cairo and Cathay,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Whether or not this blessed spot</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is blest in every way?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now it may be, the flower for me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is this beneath my nose;</div><div style="text-align: center;">How shall I tell, unless I smell</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Carthaginian rose?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The fabric of my faithful love</div><div style="text-align: center;">No power shall dim or ravel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Whilst I stay here, -but oh, my dear,</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I should ever travel!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now I know I have the flower beneath my nose, but I think it is a beautiful flirt with the world. With love! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-83220244736289678162010-04-11T15:40:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:18:21.091-07:00Oh the Tudors...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMmisu5zGxH3CzOA_DhNDrPze6KoN6RW_gLSgrAA6e_4KTLNcXvzp0JPnEQ4Z0FJx5YI1ZfvDqwXyF2YUaFfNM-t0kFWfO8Fr44rM-pV5OveuEjEAsFfEa6bN1diejzzwyJjFUEgTS0Z_/s1600/IMG_0609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMmisu5zGxH3CzOA_DhNDrPze6KoN6RW_gLSgrAA6e_4KTLNcXvzp0JPnEQ4Z0FJx5YI1ZfvDqwXyF2YUaFfNM-t0kFWfO8Fr44rM-pV5OveuEjEAsFfEa6bN1diejzzwyJjFUEgTS0Z_/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Hilary Mantel</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Wolf Hall</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Wolf Hall took me about 2 months to finish.... every time I opened this book I managed to read about two pages and then I fell asleep. For those who knows me... I usually have a hard time getting any sleep at all....</div><div style="text-align: left;">The novel about Thomas Cromwell/Thomas More/King Henry VIII and the ladies that was the cause of Religion change, divorce or the King that did not get any male heir and the problems surrounding it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, this novel won the Man Booker Prize. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I think it is admirable the effort that has been put to work to write such a novel, all the enormous research that must have been done. I also think she managed many times to touch on great stories but then to move the story along too quickly to really end up not touching deeply on anything.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I sat many times thinking ah now I am finally getting into this novel.... for then to fall asleep again.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am being a bit harsh here... but really 2 months of my life! I am perhaps too dutiful to put it aside and read something else, I guess that is my problem:)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Here, a few of her hits:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"<i>Man is wolf to man</i>" (old latin saying)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"For what is the point of breeding children, if each generation does not improve on what went on before?"</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires"</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"Time now to consider the compacts that hold the world together: the compact between ruler and ruled, and that between husband and wife. Both these arrangements rest on a sedulous devotion, the one to the interests of the other..."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>"It was fear of plain words, or the assertion that plain words pervert themselves; More´s dictionary against our dictionary. You can have a silence full of words. A lute retains, in its bowl, the notes it has played. The viol, in its strings, holds a concord. A shriveled petal can hold its scent a prayer can rattle with curses; an empty house, when the owner have gone out, can still be loud with ghosts."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">.... One thing that surprised we was the horror of More, the man who wrote "Utopia" being so evil.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But as a friend said to me when we discussed this novel "where not all of them pretty brutal?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-74197184271424149592010-04-05T18:23:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:19:01.596-07:00Anna Karenina<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3L-jhnfS95qYCvnJfsApmYBLTQ5iDXuqK7sC_V9mpzbWnG-JaGA8nKtKzzUeYBNoVNLiST9bcVLPJzUOkquLl5Ge9avfGuRnqJV1BGxl4J5mtvgsrh7JxDddH09NmRod2-WRcXDBN3QB7/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3L-jhnfS95qYCvnJfsApmYBLTQ5iDXuqK7sC_V9mpzbWnG-JaGA8nKtKzzUeYBNoVNLiST9bcVLPJzUOkquLl5Ge9avfGuRnqJV1BGxl4J5mtvgsrh7JxDddH09NmRod2-WRcXDBN3QB7/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">LEO TOLSTOY</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Any serious reader knows the beginning of Anna Karenina... but it does not hurt to repeat it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After all it is one of my absolute favorite books. I think I could have never understood Anna Karenina when I was younger, how could she throw away her life like that? But now after having lived a life with faults of my own, I have less to blame on others and more to understand. Therefore I felt like I lived and breathed with Anna Karenina while reading this fantastic novel. We even named our first son Konstantin Levi after the other protagonist, supposedly a character based a lot on Tolstoy himself.</div><br />
Here comes a couple of quotes from the book, a tiny bobble from a large glass of Champagne...<br />
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<i>He was on familiar terms with everyone with whom he drank champagne, and he drank champagne with everyone.</i><br />
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<i>...And as soon as these words were spoken, both he and she understood that the matter was ended, and that what was to have been said would not be said, and their excitement, which had reached its highest point just before then, began to subside.</i><br />
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<i>So he lived, not knowing and not seeing any possibility of knowing what he was and why he was living in the world, tormented by this ignorance to such a degree that he feared suicide.</i><br />
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<i>But I looked for miracles, I was sorry that I´d never seen a miracle that would convince me.</i><br />
<i>And here it is, the only possible miracle, ever existing, surrounding me on all sides, and I never noticed it!</i><br />
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<i>"No, I can´t argue with them " he thought, "they are wearing impenetrable armour, and I am naked"</i><br />
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</i>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-41790773563956387632010-04-02T20:05:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:07:08.075-07:00Bright Star!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night<br />
And watching, with eternal lids apart,<br />
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,<br />
The moving waters at their priestlike task<br />
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,<br />
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask<br />
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--<br />
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,<br />
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,<br />
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,<br />
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,<br />
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,<br />
And so live ever--or else swoon to death. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Just watched "Bright Star" the movie, and sentimental </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">as I am, I cried and cried. How can someone that talented </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">die so young and leave behind so many fantastic</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">thoughts? Fanny broke my heart as well with her</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">undying love. Ah, Romantic poets...</span></span><br />
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</span></span>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-13411039239183741002010-03-29T20:14:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:07:22.957-07:00Letters to a young poet!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPegpCI3lfSjY3JhjpvGQ5lF2OicKOyD4ZZwvMAjvzL9NnC4i1QPVp93i4wzBAR3nc6KC9godhQMuy3AvJyrOK4gXH_g2z0IZ9uwow1W1Ed0Tqmc2pFTNfirsFKUfFc7FJ5jUvC5PBGUMt/s1600/IMG_0399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPegpCI3lfSjY3JhjpvGQ5lF2OicKOyD4ZZwvMAjvzL9NnC4i1QPVp93i4wzBAR3nc6KC9godhQMuy3AvJyrOK4gXH_g2z0IZ9uwow1W1Ed0Tqmc2pFTNfirsFKUfFc7FJ5jUvC5PBGUMt/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mario Vargas Llosa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some words from his fantastic book</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Letters to a young novelist</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">that has meant world to me!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>....a man or a woman develops precociously in childhood or early in his or her teenage years a penchant for dreaming up people, situations, anecdotes, worlds different from the world in which he or she lives, and that inclination is the first sign of what may later be termed literary vocation.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>This is where you are now: at the difficult and thrilling moment when you must decide whether you will go beyond amusing yourself with the creation of fictional realities, whether you will set them down in writing. It that´s what you choose, you will certainly have taken a very important step, though your future as a writer will still be far from assured. But the decision to commit yourself, to orient your life toward the achievement of your purposes, is already a way - the only possible way - of beginning to be a writer.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>... the source of the literary vocation.... the answer, I think, is rebellion.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>It is an all-encompassing, all-excluding occupation, an urgent priority, a freely chosen servitude that turns its victims (its lucky victims) into slaves.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">& the best</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Don´t write to live but live to write!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">YES!</div>Kristin Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508574259676709949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517617688962754620.post-76351657734945445972010-03-27T08:01:00.000-07:002010-05-27T15:02:07.590-07:00Words<div style="text-align: center;">Words</div><div style="text-align: center;">Creep up on me</div><div style="text-align: center;">linger on my earlobes</div><div style="text-align: center;">touches my tongue</div><div style="text-align: center;">tickle my fingers</div><div style="text-align: center;">but they don´t shoot out</div><div style="text-align: center;">like shining stars</div><div style="text-align: center;">on paper</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They stay </div><div style="text-align: center;">put on top of my head</div><div style="text-align: center;">crying for me</div><div style="text-align: center;">to find a use </div><div style="text-align: center;">to bleed</div><div style="text-align: center;">to make a mark</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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