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Daedalus And Icarus

Posted on January 16, 2013 by poojycat

Daedalus says: Go on sonny but remember that you are walking and not flying the wings are just an ornament and you are stepping on a meadow that warm gust is just the humid earth of summer and that cold … Continue reading →

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Objects

Posted on August 4, 2012 by poojycat

Inanimate objects are always correct and cannot, unfortunately, be reproached with anything. I have never observed a chair shift from one foot to another, or a bed rear on its hind legs. And tables, even when they are tired, will … Continue reading →

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Our Fear

Posted on July 15, 2012 by poojycat

Our fear  does not wear a night shirt  does not have owl’s eyes  does not lift a casket lid  does not extinguish a candle  does not have a dead man’s face either  our fear  is a scrap of paper  found … Continue reading →

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I Would Like to Describe

Posted on July 3, 2012 by poojycat

I would like to describe the simplest emotion  joy or sadness  but not as others do  reaching for shafts of rain or sun  I would like to describe a light  which is being born in me  but I know it … Continue reading →

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A Knocker

Posted on May 12, 2012 by poojycat

There are those who grow  gardens in their heads  paths lead from their hair  to sunny and white cities  it’s easy for them to write  they close their eyes  immediately schools of images  stream down their foreheads  my imagination  is … Continue reading →

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Pebble

Posted on April 20, 2012 by poojycat

The pebble  is a perfect creature  equal to itself  mindful of its limits  filled exactly  with a pebbly meaning  with a scent that does not remind one of anything  does not frighten anything away does not arouse desire  its ardour … Continue reading →

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