Out of the Body, Imagined Time

 
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anyone lived in a pretty how town
By e.e.c.

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

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Such Things As Become Two

Cradle song for A (interstate B3) by max richter

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Thank you.

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Town of My Farewell To You
by A.C.

Look what a thousand blue thousand white.
Thousand blue thousand white thousand.
Blue thousand white thousand blue thousand.
White thousand blue wind today and two arms.
Blowing down the road. 

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Such Things As Return

The World Below The Window

by W.J.S.

The geraniums I left last night on the windowsill,
To the best of my knowledge now, are out there still,
And will be there as long as I think they will.

And will be there as long as I think that I
Can throw the window open on the sky,
A touch of geranium pink in the tail of my eye;

As long as I think I see, past leaves green-growing,
Barges moving down a river, water flowing,
Fulfillment in the thought of thought outgoing,

Fulfillment in the sight of sight replying,
Of sound in the sound of small birds southward flying,
In life life-giving, and in death undying.

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from Still
by A.R.

I said I will find what is lowly
and put the roots of my identity
down there:
each day I'll wake up
and find the lowly nearby,
a handy focus and reminder,
a ready measure of my significance,
the voice by which I would be heard,
the wills, the kinds of selfishness
I could
freely adopt as my own:

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Such Things As Are, Loving

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     The mirror reveals him trembling. Perhaps there is no illusion in any of it. Eliot and Artaud are banging down the sunlight; Whitman’s hair is flowing from a flower pot by the French door. Claire sleeps. He leans into the mirror and exhales deeply, fogging his face into a cloud, and begins to float into the air. 

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Koen Holtkamp - Field Rituals by _type

Such Things As Seen And Forgotten

from Tom O'Bedlam's Song

by A.

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I know more than Apollo,
For oft when he lies sleeping
------ I see the stars
------ at bloody wars

And the wounded welkin weeping.

The moon embrace her shepherd,
And the Queen of Love her warrior,
------ While the first doth horn
------ the star of morn,
and the next the heavenly Farrier.

------ While I do sing "Any food, any feeding?
------ Feeding, drink, or clothing?
------ Come dame or maid,
------ be not afraid--
------ Poor Tom will injure nothing."

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  august 21 guitar by 12k

Such Things As Remain

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Seasonal
By J.A.

Though we seek always the known absolute
of all our days together, love will not occur
For us. Love is a fact 
Beyond the witches' wood of facts that is
Our sorcery's domain. And though we may
Charm lion into squirrel, push back the sea,
Love is made outlaw, set beyond all art,
The ultimate error of our reasoning. 

But when I see you walking or catch your face
Edged with the season's most erratic leaves
Love grows superfluous, and I look at you
As I would look at flowers. Our only need:
The sympathy of darkness for the seed.

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Such Things As Collapse Softly

 
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  Summer Holiday by seaworthy

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      I had forgotten the way you looked as a child. This as I neared Seattle: the words of your most recent letter came back to me: "We wondered if you might have escaped us, like we thought we could escape you. Thirty years is a long time. I fear I've truly lost my hold on the past." You had spoken to me on the phone about the way your capacity to forgive has become indistinguishable from your imagination. This strikes you as a terrible thing, I think.
     Dark clouds hang above the city, and I imagine time punctuating our lives like a rain engulfing the void between passers-by. We see each other through years which are not so heavy as a single moment that brings us out of this lilting, airless love.

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A Blessing In Disguise 
By J.A.

Yes, they are alive and can have those colors,
But I, in my soul, am alive too.
I feel I must sing and dance to tell
Of this in a way, that knowing you may be drawn to me.

And I sing amid despair and isolation
Of the chance to know you, to sing of me
Which are you. You see,
You hold me up to the light in a way

I should never have expected, or suspected, perhaps
Because you always tell me I am you,
And right. The great spruces loom.
I am yours to die with, to desire.

I cannot ever think of me, I desire you
For a room in which the chairs ever
Have their backs turned to the light
Inflicted on the stone and paths, the real trees

That seem to shine at me through a lattice toward you.
If the wild light of this January day is true
I pledge me to be truthful unto you
Whom I cannot ever stop remembering.

Remembering to forgive. Remember to pass beyond you into the day
On the wings of the secret you will never know.
Taking me from myself, in the path
Which the pastel girth of the day has assigned to me.

I prefer "you" in the plural, I want "you,"
You must come to me, all golden and pale
Like the dew and the air.
And then I start getting this feeling of exaltation.