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    There Are Birds Here
    BY JAMAAL MAY
    For Detroit


    There are birds here,
    so many birds here
    is what I was trying to say
    when they said those birds were metaphors
    for what is trapped
    between buildings
    and buildings. No.
    The birds are here
    to root around for bread
    the girl’s hands tear
    and toss like confetti. No,
    I don’t mean the bread is torn like cotton,
    I said confetti, and no
    not the confetti
    a tank can make of a building.
    I mean the confetti
    a boy can’t stop smiling about
    and no his smile isn’t much
    like a skeleton at all. And no
    his neighborhood is not like a war zone.
    I am trying to say
    his neighborhood
    is as tattered and feathered
    as anything else,
    as shadow pierced by sun
    and light parted
    by shadow-dance as anything else,
    but they won’t stop saying
    how lovely the ruins,
    how ruined the lovely
    children must be in that birdless city.

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    Rorschach Test
    BY FRANZ WRIGHT


    To tell you the truth I’d have thought it had gone out of use long ago;
    there is something so 19th-century about it,

    with its absurd reverse Puritanism.

    Can withdrawal from reality or interpersonal commitment be gauged
    by uneasiness at being summoned to a small closed room to discuss
    ambiguously sexual material with a total stranger?

    Alone in the presence of the grave examiner, it soon becomes clear
    that, short of strangling yourself, you are going to have to find a way
    of suppressing the snickers of an eight-year-old sex fiend, and feign cu-
    riosity about the process to mask your indignation at being placed in
    this situation.

    Sure, you see lots of pretty butterflies with the faces of ancient Egypt-
    ian queens, and so forth—you see other things, too.

    Flying stingray vaginas all over the place, along with a few of their
    male counterparts transparently camouflaged as who knows what pil-
    lars and swords out of the old brain’s unconscious.

    You keep finding yourself thinking, “God damn it, don’t tell me that
    isn’t a !”

    But after long silence come out with, “Oh, this must be Christ trying
    to prevent a large crowd from stoning a woman to death.”

    The thing to do is keep a straight face, which is hard. After all, you’re
    supposed to be crazy

    (and are probably proving it).

    Maybe a nudge and a chuckle or two wouldn’t hurt your case. Yes,

    it’s some little card game you’ve gotten yourself into this time, when
    your only chance is to lose. Fold,

    and they have got you by the balls—

    just like the ones you neglected to identify.

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    To Myself
    BY FRANZ WRIGHT

    You are riding the bus again
    burrowing into the blackness of Interstate 80,
    the sole passenger

    with an overhead light on.
    And I am with you.
    I’m the interminable fields you can’t see,

    the little lights off in the distance
    (in one of those rooms we are
    living) and I am the rain

    and the others all
    around you, and the loneliness you love,
    and the universe that loves you specifically, maybe,

    and the catastrophic dawn,
    the nicotine crawling on your skin—
    and when you begin

    to cough I won’t cover my face,
    and if you vomit this time I will hold you:
    everything’s going to be fine

    I will whisper.
    It won’t always be like this.
    I am going to buy you a sandwich.

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    I walked out to the hill behind our house
    which looks positively Alaskan today
    and it would be easier to explain this
    if I had a picture to show you
    but I was with our young dog
    and he was running through the tall grass
    like running through the tall grass
    is all of life together
    until a bird calls or he finds a beer can
    and that thing fills all the space in his head.

    You see,
    his mind can only hold one thought at a time
    and when he finally hears me call his name
    he looks up and his head
    and for a single moment
    my voice is everything.

    from Self-portrait at 28 by David Berman

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    "Love is a promise; love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear."
    John Lennon

    "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
    Wuthering Heights

    "Love is a little world; people make it big."

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    "Yesterday's gone on down the river and you can't get it back."
    Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove

    “All it comes down to is this: I feel like **** but look great.”
    -Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

    “Maybe there aren't any such things as good friends or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.”
    ― Stephen King, It

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    Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
    Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
    Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
    Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came.
    exactly what i needed to read today.

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    "Love seeketh not itself to please,
    Nor for itself hath any care,
    But for another gives its ease,
    And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair."

    So sung a little Clod of Clay
    Trodden with the cattle's feet,
    But a Pebble of the brook
    Warbled out these metres meet:

    "Love seeketh only self to please,
    To bind another to its delight,
    Joys in another's loss of ease,
    And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite."

    William Blake

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    The world won't last.
    What are You? What am I?

    -Yunus Emre


    I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
    madness, starving hysterical naked,
    dragging themselves through the negro streets at
    dawn looking for an angry fix,
    angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient
    heavenly connection to the starry dynamo
    in the machinery of night

    —from "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg

    Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
    Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
    Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
    Cannot bear very much reality.

    —from "Burnt Norton" (Part 1 of "Four Quartets") by T. S. Eliot


    When she heard the news, my mother caused the
    Greek fleet to be deprived of favorable winds on its
    way to Troy. Witch, they called her, dirty witch—and
    she, so pretty, chopping the mushrooms, laughing and
    crying over the stew pot.

    —from "Heroic Moment" by Charles Simic


    I speak frankly and that makes me happy:
    I am the slave of love, I am free of both worlds.

    I am a bird from heaven's garden. How do I describe that separation,
    my fall into this snare of accidents?
    Hafiz - Ghazal 44 - "The Green Sea of Heaven"


    Hi TMdude, you're back!


    I feel like **** but look great.
    it's a weird but apparently frequent occurence, innit?

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    Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, "I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man."
    -Tagore, Stray birds

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