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FRIED ONIONS
Los Angeles October 2008 It’s my first night in a new apartment in Los Angeles California and it’s night time. I’ve just gotten in from the first day of rehearsing with a new band. That’s new. It’s dark outside. My computer is set up on a cardboard box in the corner next to piles of books [...]
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COME TO ME BABY I’M A ONE WOMAN MAN
If you told me that you love me I would feel so proud If you let me hold you honey I’d ‘a holler out loud I’ll never love another even if I can Oh come to me baby I’m a one woman man Won’t cha let me baby just a kinda hang around I’ll always [...]
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TWEEDY
Deeper Down By the end of the bout He was punched out Fist capsized, muscles shouting Deeper down, he felt the insult of a kiss Deeper still than we can go Further out than triremes row Drowning slow His memories persist Out beyond the telescopes prowl Up above the towers touched up pile He realized, [...]
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GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ
“Ultimately literature is nothing but carpentry. Both are very hard work. Writing something is almost as hard as making a table. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood. Both are full of tricks and techniques. Basically very little magic and a lot of hard work involved.”
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WILD HORSES
was early spring, in central wyoming and i was hauling horses, eight at a time, in a blue trailer thirty-five feet long, between winter pasture and a ranch up the valley. i’d backed my truck and trailer up to the coral and had just unhitched the rusty piece of chain that held the gate, when [...]
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Hit By Nothing
Where does this worry that I’m gonna be hit by a car come from? THE PEDESTRIAN WHO WAS HIT BY NOTHING Morning steals upon the night.The city is waking up.Clouds havn’t yet cleared.I’m walking for coffee.Earphones in deep.Head down.People are driving to work. I step off a curb to cross the street and mid air [...]
Arrows
All of the arrows that I shot from my bowHaven’t landed anywhere And the plans that I made are all up in the airNothing seems clear when I look in the mirrorI can see them from hereThru thorns to the stars And in my heartThere are wild horses All of the arrows that I shot [...]
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TOMORROW NIGHT