What of the singer robed in red and frozen at midsong . And the stone, its brokenness, or the voice oft seen that says note the dragon seen but asking no questions of flight, no questions of irridescence, what of that century, did you see it pass . What of that wolf hound at your back . And then a poem that is for mahmud darlish called the dream of narcissus. The dream of narcissus, that there would be a silence loud as time. The dream of the writer that there could be a silence loud as time, the dream of time that rest might come, the dream of rest, that unrest might arise. The dream of the palm, the pilgrims would enter the village. The dream of the village, that they depart with their palms and the house dreaming of his leveling and the exile as well, the dream of night that the day would be purified, the dream of day that the dark would be lifted, and the dream of the dream but who is to speak of this . I dont think this needs to be explained, its called mad man with broom. The rea
The wind toyed with gates and roof tops, alone in a state of semi oblivion. On the day almatarazzo street was bombed, did you notice how quickly it folded in itself . Or the broken tea cups and coffeestained saucers, the gray matter, and just before the street was eviscerated by those, just before that moment, did you hear the patter, the proclamation, the prayer as they wrangled and swore, denied and affirmed, did you hear the words as they fell . For a thousand years we have, two thousand years, more coffee . What do you think . But this book says map, border, industry, collusion, resistance, truth, spirit, faith, doctrine, domain, love, free, portal, wind, cut. Did you hear the euphony of the street like a rain forest of song birds pefrpblged among the crinkle and fluttering leaves of newspapers as they addressed if not solved, defined if not created the problems and the promise of tomorrow . Did you hear the explosion, the screech, the howl, the scream . Did you even know of the dr
Kills for no reason. The enemy is never one who must be vanquished at all cost. It is not so easy to kill from the inside, a shifting corridor of blame. Not so easy to trace an intricate blame of betrayals and broken treaties. The enemy is not you, the enemy is not me. The enemy is muslim, christian, atheist, hindu, jew. He is our collective face, our evolution, the devolution, the ripening of long injustices. Thank you. The next poet is michael palmer. What of that wolf hound at full stride. What of the woman that serves as fairl guide and witness to the snowy hive . What of the singer robed in red and frozen at midsong . And the stone, its brokenness, or the voice oft seen that says note the dragon seen but asking no questions of flight, no questions of irridescence, what of that century, did you see it pass . What of that wolf hound at your back . And then a poem that is for mahmud darlish called the dream of narcissus. The dream of narcissus, that there would be a silence loud as t
Kills for no reason. The enemy is never one who must be vanquished at all cost. It is not so easy to kill from the inside, a shifting corridor of blame. Not so easy to trace an intricate blame of betrayals and broken treaties. The enemy is not you, the enemy is not me. The enemy is muslim, christian, atheist, hindu, jew. He is our collective face, our evolution, the devolution, the ripening of long injustices. Thank you. The next poet is michael palmer. What of that wolf hound at full stride. What of the woman that serves as fairl guide and witness to the snowy hive . What of the singer robed in red and frozen at midsong . And the stone, its brokenness, or the voice oft seen that says note the dragon seen but asking no questions of flight, no questions of irridescence, what of that century, did you see it pass . What of that wolf hound at your back . And then a poem that is for mahmud darlish called the dream of narcissus. The dream of narcissus, that there would be a silence loud as t
The enemy is never one who kills for no reason. The enemy is never one who must be vanquished at all cost. It is not so easy to kill from the inside, a shifting corridor of blame. Not so easy to trace an intricate blame of betrayals and broken treaties. The enemy is not you, the enemy is not me. The enemy is muslim, christian, atheist, hindu, jew. He is our collective face, our evolution, the devolution, the ripening of long injustices. Thank you. The next poet is michael palmer. What of that wolf hound at full stride. What of the woman that serves as fairl guide and witness to the snowy hive . What of the singer robed in red and frozen at midsong . And the stone, its brokenness, or the voice oft seen that says note the dragon seen but asking no questions of flight, no questions of irridescence, what of that century, did you see it pass . What of that wolf hound at your back . And then a poem that is for mahmud darlish called the dream of narcissus. The dream of narcissus, that there w