Monthly Archives: January 2007

anglo-saxon riddle

Posted on January 14, 2007 by ubu507

Here’s my anglo-saxon style riddle, most appropriate for this time of year:   I lie in the gutter outside the house where once I was an honored guest.     What am I?     A christmas tree.

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memories

Posted on January 13, 2007 by ubu507

I have more memories than if I’d lived a thousand years!   A giant chest of drawers, stuffed to the full With balance sheets, love letters, lawsuits, verse Romances, locks of hair rolled in receipts, Hides fewer secrets than my … Continue reading →

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Bethany: Part Nine

Posted on January 10, 2007 by ubu507

Bethany – Part Nine   Another part of that same process of enlightenment was the long overdue realization that conversation involved both talking and listening, and if I wanted to get to know a girl I wasn’t going to accomplish … Continue reading →

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Out Take

Posted on January 9, 2007 by ubu507

Heather – What? Charlie – Well, it’s just…what happened in the cave, or what it seemed to me happened in the cave – I mean, was that real? Heather – Real? (Laughs) Who knows? No, seriously, Charlie, I’ll tell you … Continue reading →

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heatherilke

Posted on January 5, 2007 by ubu507

This sonnet of Rilke’s has always reminded me of Heather Harley (1959-2005) a Eurydice of sorts , described by Ungie as “adventurous” and her obituary as “vivacious,” both of which work for me…       XVIII Dancing girl: transformation … Continue reading →

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Random Rilke

Posted on January 3, 2007 by ubu507

I’ve been waiting in a lot of lines today (among many other things) but it isn’t all bad because I have my handy SHAMBHALA POCKET CLASSICS edition (which I don’t think they make any more) of RAINER MARIA RILKE’s THE … Continue reading →

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Conclave

Posted on January 2, 2007 by ubu507

        Conclave   The secret conclave has come sooner than I expected There’s been some mistake in certification And we must all go back to school She goes to the next lunchroom table   Come on I … Continue reading →

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