Monthly Archives: August 2008

Yes, yes, but what does it mean

Spirals ingurgitated without fear of recurrent obsessions for unspoken words, ungestured emotions, unsmiled happiness, uninvited dolphins into my heart, transplanted from your heart, time to depart. I commend you, sword, to raise and sting the sun really hard, let its … Continue reading

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Birthday songs

Tuesday, August 26, 2008 Your body of water raises towards the crown of my sequoia and splits into countless drops and you become ascending rain, tips piercing the Blue, and you become clouds, then vapors, then rivers and then earth, … Continue reading

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The crystal banister

Desire overcomes all, said Haruki to himself and took another big sip of grievously bitter sake. His reflection in the frameless mirror was laterally distorted, giving him the impression that he was a drunken sumo player, slanted to his right, … Continue reading

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What kept us apart?

What kept us apart when our thoughts were playfully knitting bridges to each other? Coloration of glass pyramids with minerals from our transparent bones. Cones of hands clapping for the erection of a mausoleum of hydrogen in their honor. Snails … Continue reading

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Golden braids, enameled brides, fluorescent bribes

Golden braids, enameled brides, fluorescent bribes, my Andalusian wives, it’s a wonderful afternoon on my private soporific island. What if Joan of Arc, lost herself on Noah’s Ark, tempted by conversion to a zoologist or swimmer-marathonist? Holy cowry, maroon angels … Continue reading

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Philosophical zombie

source: http://encyclopedia.thefreedictionary.com/p-zombie A philosophical zombie or p-zombie is a hypothetical being that is indistinguishable from a normal human being except that it lacks conscious experience, qualia, sentience, or sapience. When a zombie is poked with a sharp object, for example, … Continue reading

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Sergei Prokofiev – Concertino

(featuring Diana Bunea)

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