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Acquainted With the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain – and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and […]
Character Sketch in 32 Words
October 15, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
I want a trouble-maker for a lover, Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, Who burns like fire on the rushing sea. — #862: From Rumi’s Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi. Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988). Translated by Zara Houshmand
drunk sonnet 32
July 10, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
I HATE THAT I NEED DEPRESSION TO FEEL LIKE MYSELF I DON’T KNOW LIFE WITHOUT IT COME ON, WHAT AM I EVEN DOING? IS HAPPINESS A GOOD THING? DEPRESSION FEELS LIKE A BEARHUG FROM A BEAR AND THE BEAR CAN’T SPEAK BUT ITS WARM, WET FUR SPEAKS AND IT SAYS, I LOVE YOU, I AM […]
Not Language but a Map
April 12, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart by Jack Gilbert How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according to which nation. French has no word for home, and […]
Wednesday Poetry: Sanguine
April 4, 2012 by Paul McLaughlan
Now I know the taste of your lips: it is an ardor. Sanguine as, what’s left after the thing itself is gone. Which proves I’ve lived. And that’s there amongst all my treasured phrases. This is why I write. For the ambiguity. And can I describe it? 27 Feb 2005–4 April 2012
Synthesising Pseudoephedrine From N-Methylamphetamine
March 21, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
These are the things I would like to share with you today. First this: Synthesising Pseudoephedrine From N-Methylamphetamine Over in the US it has apparently become so difficult to get hold of pseudoephedrine (Sudafed), that a pair of eloquently named researchers have published a paper explaining how to manufacture it out of crystal meth. I […]
The Song of Dalsarion: Fifteen
November 24, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
19 The next morning was warmer than I expected. ‘Did you learn the lessons of my songs?’ Asked Mithril. Smiling, I remembered what he had sung. ‘Sometimes I think there weren’t any… But at other times I stop, and consider, perhaps there was wisdom in the wit of it? The terrible responsibly of it all? […]
The Song of Dalsarion: Fourteen
November 22, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
18 Strictly speaking, by the end of this ritual, I was to be an Elf. And with it, all intents and the devices thereof. So, dressed as I was in supplicant’s robe —or otherwise as it’s known, my hair. I found I walked down an un-natural, aged path of rose bushes—wrong season for them— and […]
The Song of Dalsarion: Thirteen
November 20, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
14 ‘He has been practicing with un-tamed fervour, this ballad of un-known lover! I say, such romance. Let us listen…’ Mithril himself falling quiet. The Chattering Hall–at night silent, open to the stars; though on a hot summer or spring day like that, roofed with gentle feathers and the talk of birds. —This was to […]
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November 14, 2012 by Kandace Mavrick
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