Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008
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9:58 am - Yes.
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/When I receive the blessing I've got coming
I'm going to raise an ice-cold glass of water
And toast the living and the dead who've gone before me
And my head will throb like an old wound reopening
When I get off the bus down there my children
They all are going to greet me at the station
Like gypsies they will dance around me
And the choral droning sound their voices make will
saturate the evening
When I get off the wheel I'm going to stop
And make amends to everyone I've wounded
And when I wave my magic wand
Those few who've slipped the surly bonds will rise like
salmon at the spawning/
the mountain goats
- "quito"
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Thursday, August 31st, 2006
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7:37 pm
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"GOD"
I feel that God is traveling
so much in me, with the dust and the sea.
With him we go along together. It is getting dark.
With him we get dark. All orphans ...
But I feel God. And it seems
that he sets aside some good color for me.
He is kind and sad, like those who care for the sick;
he whispers with sweet contempt like a lover's:
his heart must give him great pain.
Oh, my God, I've only just come to you,
today I love so much in this twilight; today
that in the false balance of some breasts
I weigh and weep for a frail Creation.
And you, what do you weep for ... you, in love
with such an immense and whirling breast....
I consecrate you, God, because you love so much;
because you never smile; because your heart
must all the time give you great pain.
- Cesar Vallejo
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Thursday, August 24th, 2006
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7:02 am - Oh NPR, what won't you say?
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NPR featured this little gem of stop motion film for your inner old school video game nerd.
PESis aparently quite the eccentric, twisted film maker. Enjoy.
current mood:  quirky
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Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006
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12:22 pm
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sweet, oh so sweet
the cantor
of a spirited morgan
through the deep forest,
the air soaked
in the laughter of fey
and loam-moss whispers
to ride again
is to remember
a smile reserved
for that taste
of harmony,
in balance
with all things
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Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
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9:06 pm - because we all need to remember how to smile
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The smile of the Dalai Lama never fails to invoke my smile.
May his calm, beautiful joy touch your heart as well.
Peace.
current mood: calm
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Sunday, August 20th, 2006
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9:22 am
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/Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind/
Eve set her song
onto the ocean
for he,
for her
to find
there were
so many
who shared
her heart's blood,
the bone
and brine
of her
her slice
of god
folded
into a flower
marked
mortal
current music: Cat Power: You Are Free
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9:06 am
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/You’ve got to choose a wish or command
At the turn of the tide, is withering thee
Remember one thing, the dream you can see
Pray to be, shake this land
We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We won’t have a thing
So we’ve got nothing to lose
We can all be free
Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind/
- Cat Power 'Maybe Not'
current mood:  contemplative
current music: Cat Power: You Are Free
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8:28 am
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Eve lit a match
sent it twisting
into the rain
The sky
was a sea-gnawed whelk,
pale silence
touched with the
ghost of blush
Water slid from the sky
in smooth handfuls,
lines of grey
to drawn the earth
to the intangible
world
devoid
of bones
and blood
Hinged on a sigh,
the morning bloomed
a crooked blossom
flecked with mica
soaked
in a stolen ocean
heavy with skate eggs cases,
proper
as purses
contemplating
their secrets
current music: Cat Power: You Are Free
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Thursday, August 17th, 2006
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6:07 pm - "By a show of hands, how many of you eat food?"
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So asked one of the Bread and Puppet performers on the Montpelier capital lawn this afternoon.
Most people's hands immediatly shot up. They were the ones who knew and loved Bread and Puppet,
who understood the messages before they were presented.
Others, like the pleasant Japanese family seated beside me looked absolutly baffled.
Eventually, everyone agreed that we all did in fact eat food.
Then followed a proclaimation explaining what the Premises Registration Rule was all about, what it meant for family farmers, backyard agriculturalists, and food-eaters everywhere.
Following the mini-circus on the lawn a public hearing on the subject was held.
It was interesting, listening to the passionate voices of so many people
some eloquent, some simple, some respectful, others brash.
I tend to shy away from politics, the banality of it all lethal to my general well being,
but I felt strongly enough on the subject to represent my oppinion, however silent,
by the sheer volume of my presense. My filled seat spoke for me.
The rest of the afternoon I wandered Montpelier, joyful, free, tasting the sun.
I ate cucumber and chick pea salad for lunch, an adventurous culinary delight.
I listened to people speak on the world, on music set to the rise and fall of a violin from someone's street-side window.
In all, it was an interesting, beautiful day that reminded me that no matter how much of a hermit I can be at times, I am still part of a powerful and noble community.
I really love Vermont.
current mood: calm
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10:09 am
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the crows rose
on the crecendo
of summer
sweet faced
memories
smooth
as a stone
once, long before
the spilling of blood
before the rise
of Cerberus,
the loss
of Ophelia,
there was only one
woman.
Her name was Morning
her name was Desire
her name was
Yes
There
Please.
But the garden, God's terrible terrarium crumbled
spewing her
and her thousand memories
out onto the desert sand.
A palm full of bones
pointing
to the hills,
away from the laughter
of the sea.
She She Who Knew wove a crown of sea-secrets
salt heavy kelp, sun-baked whelks
to remember
her mermaid roots.
Melusine, some would come to call her,
witch woman
the
crucifed.
But, I digress, Our Lady of Crows sighed, taking a sip from her wine.
It was morning, and already the sun had burned away the mist.
With a turn of her wrist, the glass was gone
and so was she
just one dark mote
on the cheek
of an otherwise
flawless sky,
one voice
ripe with age
and grit,
pommegranet sweetness
and honey-thick
dreams.
current music: Coldplay: 'Trouble'
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Monday, August 14th, 2006
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12:32 pm - Quote Meme
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Go to The Quotations Page (http://www.quotationpage.com)
and keep looking for random quotes
until you find 5 that suit you and/or your world view.
The longest journey is the journey inward.
Dag Hammarskjold (1905 - 1961)
Do not consider painful what is good for you.
Euripides (484 BC - 406 BC)
Feel the fear and do it anyway.
Susan Jeffers, Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway, 1988
When we are angry or depressed in our creativity,
we have misplaced our power.
We have allowed someone else to determine our worth,
and then we are angry at being undervalued.
Julia Cameron, The Vein of Gold
Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for
to be what they choose for themselves without any insistence that they satisfy you.
Wayne Dyer
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Saturday, August 12th, 2006
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5:36 pm - oh weather channel.com, what won't you say?
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...FROST ADVISORY NOW IN EFFECT FROM 2 AM TO 8 AM EDT SUNDAY...
THE FROST ADVISORY IS NOW IN EFFECT FOR NORTH CENTRAL...
NORTHEAST VERMONT AND THE NORTHERN ADIRONDACKS OF NEW YORK FROM 2 AM TO 8 AM EDT SUNDAY.
THE COMBINATION OF CLEAR SKIES AND LIGHT WINDS WILL ALLOW TEMPERATURES TO FALL QUICKLY AFTER SUNSET THIS EVENING...
WITH OVERNIGHT LOW TEMPERATURES RANGING FROM THE MID TO UPPER 30S ACROSS THE ADVISORY AREA. THESE TEMPERATURES WILL ALLOW SCATTERED FROST TO DEVELOP...
ESPECIALLY IN THE MORE SHELTERED VALLEY LOCATIONS OF THE ADVISORY AREA.
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Thursday, August 10th, 2006
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5:33 pm
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Eve laughing kicked
hysterical
through oceans
through puddles
threading the rain
through her hair
through her fingers
a glorious
exclaimation
of everything
beautiful
current mood: ecstatic
current music: The Calling: 'Wherever you will go'
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Wednesday, August 9th, 2006
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11:11 pm - 11:11
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may this
sweet August moon
touch the hearts
of those
I love
flower
bone and
ghost
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5:43 pm
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5:39 pm
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5:23 pm
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sunflowers nod
to the cornflower sky,
flawless
smooth as an stone
curled in the palm
of my mind's eye
current mood: loved
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7:28 am
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Mist pours in through the yawning windows,
smooths its palms
over my bared skin
of this,
I remember
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Sunday, August 6th, 2006
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7:15 pm
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hear me,
sweet ghosts
this dance
is for
you
current music: Loreena McKennitt: 'Marrakesh Hight Market'
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7:13 pm
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sweet stillness
sweet honey
and the green
i spread my palms
to the sun brilliant sky
and hang my prayers
on the edge
of a crecent moon
current music: Loreena McKennitt: 'Mystic's Dream'
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