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Rising above it

Rising above it                         When you think   you have eliminated   all those little mundane things   that make up   most people’s chatter,   that’s when   the chatter most people make   about little mundane things   begins to annoy you   most…  

Such is life

Such is life             I am my oldest ever                                         today…               How strange that, only                                          once               in a person’s life,                                       can he               say (if he could talk),                                         “I am               my youngest ever today…”                                   And that’s   his first day ever!                          Whereas   not a day goes by that               you cannot say,   “I am my oldest ever                             today…”

you scratch my retina and I’ll scratch yours

you scratch my retina and I’ll scratch yours                                      What’s the good                                                              of helping                                      other people to see –   when                                      other people                                                           want to see                                      for themselves?

Doing what comes naturally mistakenly referred to as inspiration

Doing what comes naturally mistakenly referred to as inspiration              It’s                   neither a breathing in,                   nor a being breathed into,                                                    but in the moment                   of doing,                              or making,                                           just a breathing out – an expiring,                   a natural dying                                       that brings with it                   its own revival,                                       in a breathing in                                                               that’s not   inspiration even this,                   being no more,                                        and no less,                   than                          an

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birdshit two

birdshit two                    As I sweep up feathers                                                scattered by my turtle-doves,                         I wonder whether,                                                on another plane,                         there may not be a god who sighs                         at all the work I make for him,                                                thinking, despite himself,                         as he sweeps away my moulted thoughts,                                                that, pretty though I am,                         I’m much more of a bother than I’m worth….

Birdshit two

Birdshit two                    As I sweep up feathers                                                scattered by my turtle-doves,                         I wonder whether,                                                on another plane,                         there may not be a god who sighs                         at all the work I make for him,                                                thinking, despite himself,                         as he sweeps away my moulted thoughts,                                                that, pretty though I am,                         I’m much more of a bother than I’m worth….

WE WANTED WATER AND THE TREES

WE WANTED WATER AND THE TREES We wanted water and the trees That day by Lake Albano:             With liquid green             To cool our feet And, to colander the sun, leaves Arching into Lake Albano.   It was near noon when we left The road up from Albano,             Where silent men Were making cairns Of wood, and took the path which led

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Birdshit one

Birdshit one            After cleaning out the cage                                                of my frail exotic birds          I fantasize that they  don’t see                                                the bars all round them          And that they too  have pets                                                they keep in cages          which I  don’t see                                                And that for them          I  am the thunder

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