January 2011
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“When it is time I follow the black dog
into the darkness that is mind of day
I can see nothing there but the black dog
the dog I know going ahead of me
not looking back oh it is the black dog
I trust now in my turn after the years
when I had all the trust of the black dog
through an age of brightness and through shadow
on into the blindness of the black dog
where the rooms of...
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” Flesh touching flesh generates a perfume, while the friction of words generates only pain and division. To formulate without destroying with the mind, without tampering, without killing, without withering. That is what I have learned by living, that delicacy and awe of the senses, that respect for the perfume.”
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“Does it really exist, Time the Destroyer?
When, on the peaceful mountain, does it crush the fortress?
And this heart, always the gods’ possession,
when does the Demiurge pillage it?
Are we really so anxiously brittle
as Fate would have us believe?
Is childhood, so deep, so rich with promise,
in the roots - later on - stilled?
Ah, the spectre of transience,
through the...
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National Bohemian on Draft after 15 years →
“When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.”
– Fortune Cookie via Good Taste Chinese in Long Island City
“I kiss you
in the future,
on the same bench
in the park in Union Square.
My knees will be weak
and you will still hate me,
but we kiss
like it hasn’t been six years.”
“Poem” by Ryan Buynak
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“We must rid ourselves not only of reality, all verisimilitude, but even of all logic, if at the end of illogic we can still catch a glimpse of life.”
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Everyone’s got the “tick”. That small spark inside that feeds off of self destruction. That thing that invites you to shove your pointer finger through your eye socket when simply trying to remove an eyelash. In some people, this impulse is inherently mute. Others, are kings of and queens of self control. But then there are some of us who will spend our entire lives trying not to...
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“You’re something..” I said,
looking to my left.
“Self loathing is a luxury,
I don’t always know how you
get away with it.”
You just smiled, that holy smile-
and you
made eye contact with the cute
latina girl
gazing at you
from across the train.
We should all be so lucky.
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Beauty - be not caused - It Is -
Chase it, and it ceases -
Chase it not, and it abides -
Overtake the Creases
In the Meadow - when the Wind
Runs his fingers thro’ it -
Deity will see to it
That You never do it -
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” When caring ceases, when one no longer struggles to build solidity, indestructibly, no longer erects cathedrals of faithfulness to the past, cathedrals of emotion, when one enters the realms of laxity, areas of ironic indifference and resignation, letting life slow with a certain emotional negligence, one may attain staes of nirvana, dreaminess, beatitudes of another kind.”
“We love best those who are, or act for us, a self we do not wish to be or act...”
– Nin
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“But you now, O stolen one, whom I knew
like a flower I had no name for, once more
will I rehearse you and show you to them,
O beautiful playmate of the unquenchable cry.
Dancer first, whose body, full of hesitation,
suddenly stopped - as if your youth were being cast in bronze (grieving;listening). Then, from
the powers above, music fell into your altered heart.
Illness was near....