What gives you pain?

Raspberry taste buds

What gives me pain
is
the last fresh Summer’s
Raspberry

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Life’s A Raft

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My ship, my Titanic

Has hit an Iceberg

Her last passengers

Move to the tip and

Near-vertical

gaze at  with

foundered horror

the last lifeboats’

departure

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“Dreams” by Wislawa Szymborska

” He looked at his own Soul with a Telescope.
What seemed all irregular, he saw and shewed to
be beautiful Constellations: and he added to the
consciousness hidden worlds within worlds.”
Coleridge, NotebooksXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

I have reblogged this post from dreamrly and got acquainted with it from http://symbolreader.net/
If you’ve read any of my posts, you may have noticed my interest with “the dream world”.This post /blog shares this interest and an astute poem by Wislawa Szymborska open to discussion, especially about dreams beyond analysis. I find it a po(e)tent means (one “Telescope” of sorts) at “looking at [one’s] soul “as Coleridge so aptly put it.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

dreamingly yours,
MichalXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

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Lookin’ Up, Lookin’ In

There was too much to look around, so  I looked up… Continue reading

The Grand Perhaps

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Be aware, the La-

conic Sage in-

structs:

The Path.

Is that all it takes?

Fair and square.

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Tamar and Yehudah

I wish I were Tamar

Who kept her pledge

And cast her net

wider than Yehuda’s,

whether he liked it or not

Who are you, Tamar?

“A lethal woman,

methinks”,Yehuda’s

delusory prejudice.

Beware the fatherless

widow’s oppression.

Disgrace.

I know who you are,

whether you like it or not

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-Who are you, veiled

woman?

– Don’t you know?

For money, but a kid

shall do, you may know

me better. No kid, no mo-

ney? I bet you can pledge

thy seal, cord and staff,

whether you like it or not

-Who do you think

you are, Tamar?

You show, my girl

A harlot methinks,

and only fire may pur-

ify thy offense. Pray,

Who’s the father?

-The Man who  pledged

this seal, cord and staff,

Whether he liked it or not

-Whether you like it or not,

You are more in the right

than I, Tamar: I did not give

you to my son Shelah.

Who am I?

I am Tamar, a woman of

valor who, to establish seed,

no shame, no scruple

may stop at hollow men,

made him swallow

hook, line and sinker,

so his sons

find their way home

and fulfill his pledge

Amen

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Image credits

http://www.rogallery.com/Chagall_Marc/Book-Lithos/Drawings_Bible/chagall-tamar.html

Scheherazade

Scheherazade

I wish I were, the daughter’s vizier,

sly Scheherazade,

Who wished she’d never had

her nakedness to hide

from king Shahriyar,

with one thousand

and one veils.

 

For, as the Persian story intim-

ates: ardent King once bitten,

three thousand shy, slaughters

bride, after bride, after bride,

after bride, until the kingdom,

Shahriyar’s bleak landscape,

of noble virgins runs dry.

 

Queen! Must always deceit and

intimacy pair to make

hearts in the end unite?

 

Ours, was love at first sight,

but oriental intimacy un-

veiled a two stories house

encumbered with,

at the bottom,

your Mum and Dad’s apart-

ment, your boyhood room

atop, tear our alcove apart.

 

Only bedtime stories,

veiled parables, intim-

ideation will the ancestral intim-

idation, one veil at a time,

strip off, un-

till our souls coalesce.

 

 

For Rim A.

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What’s in a Birthday: Reflections

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Letters To A Young Poet

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I wish I were young Franz Xaver Kapus

Whose only claim to unique celebrity

Were Rainer Maria Rilke’s UberLetters

To a Young Poet’s incarnate immortality.

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Lost in Costanza

This post is a lesson on one great way to go about getting some insight from one’s dreams. George Costanza, fool extraordinaire, I wish he came in my dreams. If you want to become a a philosopher you’ll get a PhD with Seinfeld : all the characters are obnoxious and …bigger than life .
After a session of Seinfeld (as often as possible), I can say with Somerset Maugham
“It’s a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything
but the best, you very often get it.”
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Dream Steps : a bloneironic

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I’ve had the entire cast of Seinfeld in my dreams…

…including, to my chagrin, George Costanza…

The loser to end all losers!

Whether I like it or not, if he’s in my dreams, some part of him must represent some a part of me…

So what do I share with that sniveling, lazy, self-centered, fearful sycophant?

Please don’t answer…

Well, I do see one trait in common:

We want everything to be just right.

Perfect.

George celebrates the perfect parking space at the hospital.  He tries to combine sex, food, and TV for the perfect experience.  We know how these attempts will end: in disaster.

When he finds the perfect girlfriend, the perfection makes him so nervous that he destroys the relationship…

If you’re trying to maintain a state of perfection, of course you’re going to worry!  The perfect situation can not remain perfect.  Change is the nature of…

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