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Foregone Orgone
The legend modeled from our dictionary ~
Your thought sends Sense to me. * I am late, Obtained to run. Hell de Ouuta, this beater! ~ 8gone8 ~ Virginia Woolf, lost spirit. As for me, I maintained my genius in control, to survive simply this life. And now, of the alas, I was left in bottom, by those whose load it must deal with me, legally, médicalement, and morally. This world needs justice, as well, the next world, of needs, us, two. Orlando book, today, I bought ~ I never read it, but I am it. And also today, I read the account of Leonard Woolf of the noises of the pain... It of his wife all too familiar one. Pressure of Hogarth… ~ waves ~ ~ between the acts, with the headlight ~ A room clean... essential as an art of life! My dead aunt Helen just as Thee ~ Of Virginia drowned, in her own backyard. What made Helen suffer thus? She read me initially, my Alice. Best Friend of my grandmother. Fisher de Helen, her name. Club of Country Of Barn, she carried me to the bath... * We were caught for the walk, To the end of night, the angles of saturation Of darkness fell through Thee ~ of pond swam, only ~ And died that night... Virginia intends Birds to speak Greek. No doubt But they, do, too! My letters, Hers, a published Vita ~ * De Cleis, her mother Sappho, yields from her pressure palace, A pleasure found, at last! Here mother, her confessions, alas, Marys her daughter. * I do not have any Leonardo. I do not have any part of my room clean. I do not have any clean pond de backyard. I do not have any book with my name. I am alone. But I am that. & I have Leonard Schwartz, My poet bud. Clearly, with that, I am rich. * Beverly, my tutor, says ~ ~ of Helen of ~ Sends her regards! * I ask, Which color, your eyes? “Egg ~ of Cadbury” * Ah, indeed. To that, we may rejoice! _______ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me! A HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo"http://journal s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo/A |
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"The Best American Poetry 1990", Simon & Schuster.
- Virginia in hardback. Double-A Whatever. It's late, or to early, Must go dream dreams ~ Back later...Glaze That! My maze? O yeah.... Later, echolator ~ _______ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me! A HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo"http://journal s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo/A |
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"Climbing Out of the Cage".
Did she ever make it? Double-A No, she's still locked. _______ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me! A HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo"http://journal s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo/A |
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Mass of Requiem
.... for infinite space... Who would cry those with no one Crying for them? Does the sorrow make a noise In the forest, If nobody else hears? “The removed sorrow Suffocates, makes rage in the centre Is forced to multiply its force.” .... and a music transfiguring reveals, Making echo By the extensions mirroring infinity, Rising, balances, always higher, Because the heart goes up, Stage-by-stage, By the trellis of space, Being recorded for the next execution. Open the cathedral ~ These Buttresses of Bending flew ~ My centre, my veins put out of the cage, And Thee ~ Now of wing, Of vagrancy of an animal ~ Now, sing! Now, cry. Now, hear! Here, yes, there, That ~ That. _______ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me! A HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo"http://journal s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo/A |
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Of vagrancy of an animal ~
Now, sing! Now, cry. Now, hear! Here, yes, there, That ~ This. _______ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me! A HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo"http://journal s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo/A |
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