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Monday, September 24, 2007

since feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis



ee cummings

Sunday, September 23, 2007

from Jack Kerouac's Journals

The
Skeleton's
Rejection
Roll your own bones,
go moan alone -
Go, go, roll your own bones,
alone.
Bother me no more.