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Thursday, December 29, 2022

... AND NOW WE KNOW ...

 

Vladimir Putin's Top Tank Commander DIES SUDDENLY Hours After Russian Leader Cancels Meeting To Discuss War In Ukraine

Story by Radar Online • Yesterday 9:00 PM 
 
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/vladimir-putin-s-top-tank-commander-dies-suddenly-hours-after-russian-leader-cancels-meeting-to-discuss-war-in-ukraine/ar-AA15KNMk?ocid=mailsignout&pc=U591&cvid=7501d93083794eb3997ba01c0a4a9cc8

Tuesday, December 27, 2022

WHO'S NEXT?

HERE’S A LIST OF PUTIN CRITICS WHO'VE ENDED UP DEAD

Tue, December 27, 2022 at 12:07 PM EST

https://www.yahoo.com/news/list-putin-critics-whove-ended-170753760.html

 

Tuesday, December 6, 2022

SOMETHING EXPENSIVE

 

The world knows you possess it—it is yours:
sweaters and sweatshirts, gold chains and tailored suits,
shampoo and suntan lotion and perfume….
You move among all things and pick and choose,
consummately consuming, never to be consumed.

Great models, when they dress—and undress too—
consciously pose to emulate your pose:
You cross the street, the sunlight in your hair,
and stop to talk; you lean back in a chair….

You mold all things around the way you move,
and everything so yields itself to you, 
it is your body’s fashion that shows through.

 

And my heart, dangling in its wooden cage
like a chained dog that cries “Wolf! Wolf!” all night,
leaps, tugs, and jerks, and yanks, and strains,
hanging itself in helpless rage       
the moment you come into sight.
 

 

Sunday, November 20, 2022

BOBBLE-HEAD BOEBERT

 

Colorado Republican Congresswoman Lauren Boebert 
on the massacre of gays gunned down in Colorado Springs on 20 November 2022: 
"The news out of Colorado Springs is absolutely awful.

"This morning the victims and their families are in my prayers.

"This lawless violence needs to end and end quickly."






Entire internet tells Lauren Boebert to sit the f*ck down after she tweets about Colorado Springs shooting (msn.com)


Tuesday, November 1, 2022

THE MUSIC ROOM



The mechanical silence of the piano--
Standing where you breathed and sang
And filled the room with life and feeling,
Warm as the sunlight in the leaves
That stained the window yellow and green,
Strong as the beating of my pulse. . . .

Dead space where once someone I loved
Stood at the window, then moved to touch me--
An empty room, a strange place now,
The dusty loft of a deserted church.

Outside the window a car passes.
Pressing the pavement, the tires hiss.
Outside is another country
Where strolling couples meet and kiss.

Trapped in a mirror, my distorted face
Gasps soundlessly, without air, without space.



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Wednesday, October 5, 2022

THE APARTMENT

 

 
Dateline: 20 January 1969. With humble apologies to John Keats.

-- From having dreamed so long
With every song and love-scene ever played,
The couple locked themselves in and lay down,
Left the lights on, and stayed
(Locked in themselves)
While the TV went out of tone
(The shadows there
Squawked, more like parrots than before)
And then went out,
Not leaving even a cathode star.

And the newspapers piled up against the door,
And the cleaning woman rattled her keys and called,
And the manager came and went,
And detectives dusted the walls and the floor
Without finding a print
Of foul play or fair:  Except for where
A bouquet of red roses stained the air
Like a 3-D greeting card,
Nothing was there.

These two had gone beyond
Reality, desire, illusion.
A dream had ended; a journey had begun.
 
 


 
 
 

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