Many Musics, Third Series *Part One*

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nice one, jude

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This morning added Many Musics, III, xii, Kryptos. . . I was trying for something here, cross that border to kindness within . . . cross that border to empathy without . . . it's a music poem, whatever the words mean, i was in some deep groove i can still feel reading it again . . .

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Tonight added Many Musics, III, xiii, One Song . . . somtimes it seems like what once were wise sayings become over time excuses for lazy thinking . . . words that sound nice but are hollow . . . we have brains to think, not to mimic . . . it's a struggle sometimes not to lean on another's thoughts, but I believe it is worth it for the reward of seeing the world with one's own eyes and feeling of it with one's own heart . . .

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Tonight added Many Musics, III, xiv, Sacred Trash, inspired by the Basada Sagrada Sacred Temple of Garbage at Burning Man 2008. This was the best temple I saw in my years going to this festival, the one I found most truly inspiring and beautiful. I sat near the top, late late, and wrote my poem. It is a treasured memory.

See this temple here: http://ronreason.com/TravelWithReason/2 ... f-garbage/

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today added Many Musics, III, #15, "Paucity," I guess you could say this poem inspired by a winter spent living in a rooming house in Portland, Oregon, about a decade ago, chasing a dream, then finding it wasn't going to happen . . . then realizing that the dream was in the writing, the savage musics of the time, and those that came later . . .

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today added Many Musics, III, #16, "Rant," tis what tis, though I am found of the last line as love is indeed a long blind reach into the dark . . .

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This morning added Many Musics, III, xvii, Many Moons

"The first word
  of the song stars know better than men."

I like that line because I really think that the human race limits itself by obsessing about itself. The whole wide world is an invitation to know better.

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this morning added Many Musics III, xviii, After Embrace, there used to be a cafeteria in Portland where I'd go to write, and I observed the scene in this poem, and imagined the content of it.

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This morning added Many Musics, III, xix, A Fable, it's the old story and solution, many times told . . .

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This morning added Many Musics, III, xx, Love Song (for K.) . . . I don't often write love songs in recent years . . . but I do always try to live them, so them embed in whatever songs I do write . . .

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This morning added Many Musics, III, xxi, Downtown Lights . . . some moments one just cries out in anger, and writes it all down best possible . . .

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This morning aded Many Musics III, xxii, Autumnal Fancy, sages and gurus and alleged holders of truth always lose my patience, quickly, easily . . .

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This morning aded Many Musics III, xxiii, The Midnight Cry, I don't think we are just the Beast, but I do think we do not respect this Beast part of us, and we suffer as a result . . .

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This morning aded Many Musics III, xxiv, Hereafter . . . These complaints are the same one I've had for so many years, and I think they seem bred into the skin of things in this world . . . maybe not . . . but I've yet to be swayed elsewise . . .

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This morning added Many Musics, III, xxv, Stench of Duende . . . "duende" means, roughly, heightened sense of emotion . . . this poem is somewhat about a night some years ago when I was with a girl in a somewhat desperate situation, yet I held her, and she held me, and the night belonged to us alone, even if few others would . . .