Saturday, August 30, 2008

now here's an apple with a tougher skin.

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New York Times: Unity Deferred - Can you cross out 'Hillary' and write 'Sarah'?


Answer: No.


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Ancient 'Urban' Villages discovered in the Amazon.

i wish that i was a treasure hunter/indiana jones, and had discovered this.


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It's so dark walking East Hill Road
we no longer see each other,

what does it matter? outline
of trees crowding the sky, fog lowering,

our bodies urgent, fractious, reinvented.
Once, I would have married,

you say. Around us no light
enters. Surely the pinewood

has closed in on itself, a body
of water deepens. He was climbing

down from the roof
when he fell,

you say. Three stories.
Your hand makes a straight line

in the air, he just stopped feeling.
I remember the hidden meadow,

dense with fescue and steepleflower.
I wonder if he recognized you

after, if you stood there saying
who am I

to remind you? Feel something.
Where the road finishes, we turn

back, and for once I understand
the blind heart fumbling, the way

language uses us: elderberry, fox-
glove, the pink trumpets of morning

resounding in the airfield.
There's no hurt you can't unthink.

Around us a slow wind begins.
At least he won't ever feel sadness,

you say, and I think I see you,
your arms swinging

at your sides, unable to choose
what you can live without.

-- Half June, Stacie Cassarino.

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