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Friday, 28 August 2009

  • on the attraction of opposites--


    wrap it up in a box
    with a bow and
    call it a gift.






    standing on a crowded
    cobble market corner
    in quincy market

    tears streak down my cheek
    while you curse under
    and over your breath

    happy shoppers pretend not to look at us
    the reality street performance
    by the orchids of the flower shop

    on the brightest sunday
    another august twenty third
    and we have not improved.



    wrap it up in a box
    with a bow and
    call it a gift

    we still know how to
    hurt each other best
    while trying to do the
    opposite.





    Currently
    Everybody
    By Ingrid Michaelson
    sort of. (you must hear it.)
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Wednesday, 19 August 2009

  • the mid-afternoon downpour lasted



    no more than
    15 minutes.


    but those were
    the 15 minutes.

    in which it was necessary --
    to get to the interview.

    to get my feet
    up the steep
    now slippery
    slick
    wet grass.

    to keep from falling
    in my interview pants.

    i covered my head
    from the door of the house
    to the door of the car
    with the lion king umbrella
    that justin got
    at the show
    on a date with
    someone else
    years ago.

    to keep from frizzing
    my interview hair.

    to keep from soaking
    my interview shoulders.

    i squinted into streams of wet
    across overworked wipers
    and drove slow on sizzling roads
    with steam rising from the
    scorched blacktop.

    to keep from crashing,
    sliding or getting a ticket on my
    interview afternoon.

    the sky stopped it's fuss abruptly just as
    i clinked the quarters into the meter.
    so i threw the dripping lion king
    on the front seat floor.

    i knew that if by some chance
    it started again while i was inside--
    i wouldn't mind wetness after that
    in my regular

    pants.
    hair.
    shoulders.
    afternoon.

    the rain had not the grace to
    douse the raging heat,
    and had managed to
    further thicken the air
    so my

    only face
    was flushed full red
    by the time i reached the
    interview door.


    Currently
    Gossip In The Grain
    By Ray LaMontagne
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Monday, 10 August 2009

Sunday, 09 August 2009

  • 1 corinthians 1:18 -2:5

    For the word of the cross is folly
    to those who are perishing,
    but to us
    who are being saved
    it is the power of God.

    For it is written,

    “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise,
    and the discernment of the discerning I will thwart.”

    Where is the one who is wise?
    Where is the scribe?
    Where is the debater of this age?
    Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? 

    For since, in the wisdom of God,
    the world did not know God through wisdom,
    it pleased God through the folly of what we preach-
    to save those who believe.

    For Jews demand signs and Greeks seek wisdom,
    but we preach Christ crucified,
    a stumbling block to Jews and folly to Gentiles,
    but to those who are called, both Jews and Greeks,
    Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God.

    For the foolishness of God is wiser than men,
    and the weakness of God is stronger than men.

    For consider your calling, brothers:
    not many of you were wise
    according to worldly standards,
    not many were powerful,
    not many were of noble birth.

    But

    God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise;
    God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong;
    God chose what is low and despised in the world,
    even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are,
    so that no human being might boast in the presence of God.

    And because of him you are in Christ Jesus,
    who became to us wisdom from God,
    righteousness and sanctification and redemption,
    so that, as it is written,

    “Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.”

    And I, when I came to you, brothers,
    did not come proclaiming to you
    the testimony of God with lofty speech or wisdom.
    For I decided to know nothing among you
    except Jesus Christ and him crucified.

    And I was with you in weakness
    and in fear and much trembling,
    and my speech and my message
    were not in plausible words of wisdom,
    but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power,
    that your faith might not rest in the wisdom of men
    but in the power of God.

Tuesday, 19 May 2009

  • what happens when



    the generations have all past that remember when
    it used to be typical to have multiple sets of multiples
    by natural cause without chemical intervention
    and take care of them and the grandparents too
    all under one roof on one property
    paid for by
    blood, sweat, tears,
    back breaking work,
    and the whole entire family efforts--

    what happens when that
    societal norm is so long
    dead and forgotten--

    replaced by
    the network buying the home,
    as part of the contract of exploitation,
    and deeding it to the children,
    so it is not a marital asset,
    (so when it ends it will be cleaner)
    and when it does end,
    all anybody can say is,
    "i just couldn't stay"
    even though, we still remember
    that it used to work to stay,
    to remain, in generations before,
    but anymore we just can't seem to--

    what happens then,
    when no one can even
    remember a time,
    when there were people who
    built lifetimes together,
    family trees that lived hundreds of years.

    Currently
    Because of the Times
    By Kings of Leon
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