Started by SIN JONES Nov 11, 2012. 0 Replies 0 Likes
Started by SIN JONES Nov 11, 2012. 0 Replies 0 Likes
Started by SIN JONES Nov 11, 2012. 0 Replies 0 Likes
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Comment by SIN JONES on August 21, 2012 at 10:17am
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Comment by Lady Aletria on April 9, 2012 at 8:39pm Buona sera everyone...
Comment by phoenixtigerheart on February 3, 2012 at 10:55pm Salve! Mi chiamo Lucia.
I only know a few words and phrases, but I'm Italian.
My father was the first generation born in the US.
I am excited to find this group and am grateful to be a part.
ciao
I promise I won't speak any more Italian.
Comment by Nicky Lubu (Ressurected) on September 1, 2011 at 1:24am Actually if one took the time to think philosophically one would see much that partains to our ways in the post. The content posted is not mine, therefore it was not my intent to seek "glorification". I simply did not type the author because I was aiming for content and discussion rather than credit. We must ever remain thinkers for the betterment of the strega. Also I do believe poetry is art and I have seen art posted, but I appolagize if the post was not suitable for your group. There was no negative intent.
Comment by herenow on June 23, 2011 at 2:54pm :::SMELLS LIKE CONTENT:::
"Balance.
Repetition.
Proposition.
Mirrors.
Most of all, the world is a place where parts of wholes are described
within an overarching paradigm of clarity and accuracy.
The context in which makes possible an underlying
sense of the way it all fits together,
despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such.
But then again, the world without end is a place where souls are combined,
but with an overbearing feeling of disparity and disorderliness.
To ignore it is impossible without getting oneself into all of kinds of trouble,
despite one's best intentions to not get entangled with it so much.
Meanwhile,
the statues are bleeding green.
And others are saying things much better than we ever could;
as the quiet become suddenly verbose.
And the hail's heralding the size of nickels.
And the street corners are gnashing together like the gears
inside the head of some omniscient engineer.
And downward flows the garnered wisdom that has never died
Then finally,
we opened the box, we couldn't find any rules.
Our heads were reeling with the glitter of possibilities, contingencies...
but with ever increasing faith we decided to go ahead and just ignore them,
despite tremendous pressure to capitulate with fate.
So instead, we went ahead to fabricate a catalog
of unstable elements and modicums and particles.
With not zero total strangeness for brief moments which amount
to nothing more than tiny fragments of a finger snap.
Meanwhile,
we're furiously seeing green.
And the map has started tearing along its creases due to overuse...
when in reality it's never needed folds.
And the air's withholding the sound of its wellspring.
And our heads approach a density reminiscent of the infinite productivity of the center of the sun.
And therein lies the garnered wisdom that has never died.
Expectation -
leads to disappointment. If you don't expect something big huge and exciting...
usually...
I dunno,
just, uh yea..."
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