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All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
T. E. Lawrence
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"Bûm gall unwaith - hynny oedd, llefain pan ym ganed."
"I was wise once: when I was born I cried."
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Far an taine ‘n abhainn, ‘s ann as mò a fuaim.
Where the stream is shallowest, it is noisiest.
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- Gott lära av andras fel, eftersom man inte hinner begå alla själv.

It is well to learn from the errors of others, since there is not time enough to make all of them by yourself.
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Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check.
M. C. Escher
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"It is riches you love,not people. As for us, when we were loving it was people we loved, not riches."
(att. to the old hag, 4th C.E.)
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from the wasteland that sometimes showed more thought than we expected..and sometimes not. This month is quotes from TV shows...


MRS. PEEL: Always keep your bowler on in time of stress, and watch out for diabolical masterminds.

The Avengers

apad 29

Apr. 29th, 2006 10:21 pm
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We change the states we live in
without changing the state we live in
it is just an exchange of which

old movie star propels the moment
of dream turning real to dream to
classic songs of other moments

other states of being that linger
like conversations in quiet tones
long after waking to simple reality.

apad 28

Apr. 28th, 2006 01:12 am
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She tries to feel her nose as
\unmasticated corn chips
fall to the floor like

antideluvian dreams of
passion on a sister's couch

They will not mock the
weeds of past sex that
whisper across the table
passing strangers
and each other

They share hopes
aspirations of prescience
sporqadically erect
in their dreamsap

apad 27

Apr. 27th, 2006 12:31 am
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It is a way for normal people
it is a way for normal people
men all simple and women like
jet aircraft

and the blonde with cleavage
deals with the abstract issue
of having to think she finds
words that hover just beyond

their actuality and uses them
while hoping ears are distracted
by the low cut sweater bordered
by the best blonde money can buy

it is a way for normal people
but you wish sometimes
they would not.

apad 26

Apr. 26th, 2006 02:35 am
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It is a nascent wake of sorts
the cards shuffled and
reshuffled like an embryonic
memory to be kept like
an old song for later nights

but for now the old futures
are dusted off and put into
moving crates for a change
in dreams in lives
no longer postponed

when the cards and cups
are folded into the last
moment they gather for
a hug

I watch before walking
off into other times

Apad 25

Apr. 25th, 2006 05:03 am
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There are times without
strict boundaries when
I feel I am a tourist
in myself

brushing barely seen
through the words and beds
that have accumulated like
spun souvenirs

within this life
that I have come to live
that is the strange
world to myself

and people speak like memories
of other times and lives.

apad24

Apr. 24th, 2006 06:21 am
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This is not a city
of discretion or lost wages
and so there are nights
when they circle

each other warily
within the traces
of other nights
that are whispered

about in truths
or embryonic legends
and leave holes in
the ability to trust

that may mend
or may not.

apad 23

Apr. 23rd, 2006 06:21 am
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Dreadlocks deadlocked
he mutters through the
rooms his words,hungry to
eat the conversations
of others, are hooked
and heavy as he passes

sometimes only the
fish fall prey
he lets whispered
secrets balance
between their scales

the fish,
having no memory
to speak of
do not in truth know
if they mind or not.

apad 22

Apr. 22nd, 2006 01:50 am
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2AM
Talking to Jay the puck
some say the mental fuck

corvid cousin saying
that at one time poetry
flowed in and out of the
room like diamonds or
moonstruck cats leaving

trails of words and images
strewn about the tables and the
minds like spilled coffee
leaving thoughts before leaving

or that is close to what he said
my poems were busy whispering from
the bag wanting their own voices

apad 21

Apr. 21st, 2006 01:07 pm
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There are
spaces between
the spaces that
they
allow each other

spaces where
old memories
and lost dreams
curl around the
shadows

spaces where
the expectations
wait to be called
up to the
spaces between

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