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americans love poetry…

americans love poetry so bloody damn much, they lovingly collect it and spade it into mulch. my favorite book is that big fat norton anthology; it’s made for students of physical anthropology! the problem is that poetry is not a … Continue reading

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some things are so obvious…

Some things are so obvious, but somehow remain obscure: God is infinite and one, and all his prophets are pure. That we have to think about this is not encouraging; One feels so important to make remarks disparaging! The fact … Continue reading

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the poet hafez has elegant wit…

the poet hafez has elegant wit and great humor; he is always independent and despises rumor. he is an unmatched existentialist, with diamond love: the light of his feeling nature shines with perfect resolve. the friend with long curly hair … Continue reading

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the machine broke the god-man’s bones…

the machine broke the god-man’s bones in oklahoma; the god-man will break the machine’s back in america. his beloved mehera’s skull was crushed and scarred; modern ugliness will fade because her beauty was marred. their journey to suffering remembered the … Continue reading

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i have a dream of hoofbeats…

I have a dream of hoofbeats pounding in the air, a horse with wings and sword that defeats despair. The hoofbeat and proud neigh of my lord and master- my heart jumps a beat, then gallops even faster! White Kalki … Continue reading

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the dawn breeze brought me…

the dawn breeze brought me the scent of shirazi wine: at once, i swore a vow to all other drink decline. let the world drink gallons and gallons of soda pop, and clap as the geyser of carbonated vomit drops! … Continue reading

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we never met you…

we never met you, but cry out your lovely name: our tears wash away each day our lasting shame. you are the eternal living perfect master; more than anything, we long to hear your laughter. all the world’s noise is … Continue reading

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worn out and broken down…

worn out and broken down- we long for you now; help us to revive our rhythm and renew our vow. we are desperate, o god, with our condition- there is no honor in this pathetic dereliction! that we love you … Continue reading

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There are few things…

There are few things about which we are more certain: love has always guided us from behind the curtain. Love it was that sang its song on that very first day, when the sea delivered us with our cry for … Continue reading

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We have surrendered to you as lord, master and friend

We have surrendered to you as lord, master and friend; your glory as truth and beauty we have sworn to defend. Our allegiance to the past is buried with a shovel- we no longer live in rite and ritual’s shoddy … Continue reading

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