Tag: poetry
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DAY 3
It comes on like a fever; Sudden and intense: I’m turning in on myself; Like an article of clothing; Stained and ready for the wash – soaked, rung and tumbled; Well-worn, and soon to go out again; How many more times still uncertain; Weakened edges; Thinning seams; Yet conforming to the figure; Enshrouding the collective:…
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With hope…
… I enter yet another transition. Seasons… And so, perhaps today is the perfect one to wrap up another song: “Off… on your own… where all of the pretty things go…” Indeed. 🙂 Jon Mychal — Toronto/May 30 2010 Tweet
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And today’s lesson is…
… the actions of others will always reinforce that pesky word: Solipsism. It’s a beautiful day, otherwise… sunny and clear… I want to see a UFO. Jon Mychal — Toronto/May 30 2010 Tweet
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The Circle
Listless, I spent this afternoon reviewing touch-ups on final master recordings for one of my clients, all the while distracted by the continuing “ripple effect” of last night’s dreams — or at least, the ones I recall: Matt Damon (!!??) was a bartender in a deserted subway station; his concern for my well-being only further…
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Tokyo came to me…
Along with his bride, Mr. Magyrossy graced me with his presence those weeks ago: the photographs on my fridge — wonderfully askew — bear a poetic witness to it. Ink and music; wine and smoke… we indulged each other until ‘The Fade’TM set in… And so, my friends, it seems you brought Tokyo to me,…