Monthly Archives: July 2010

W.B. Yeats at the Dancing Cat Motel

Posted on 25 July 2010 by xineann

Among School Children I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children learn to cipher and to sing, To study reading-books and histories, To cut and sew, be neat in … Continue reading →

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Cesare Pavase: The Cats Will Know

Posted on 19 July 2010 by xineann

The Cats Will Know Cesare Pavese Rain will fall again on your smooth pavement, a light rain like a breath or a step. The breeze and the dawn will flourish again when you return, as if beneath your step. Between … Continue reading →

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Luis Cernuda: We Never Plan on Loving

Posted on 17 July 2010 by xineann

We never plan on loving ~Luis Cernuda That night the sea couldn’t sleep. Tired of counting, always counting the waves it wanted to live somewhere far away where it could discover its true bitter color. Insomniac, it started mumbling vague … Continue reading →

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Oyl Miller: Tweet

Posted on 15 July 2010 by xineann

TWEET ~Oyl Miller I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by brevity, over-connectedness, emotionally starving for attention, dragging themselves through virtual communities at 3 am, surrounded by stale pizza and neglected dreams, looking for angry meaning, any meaning, … Continue reading →

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A Brief History of Time, Shaindel Beers

Posted on 14 July 2010 by xineann

A Brief History of Time ~Shaindel Beers Now that we each have someone who knows how we take our coffee, that smallest but most telling of intimacies — you, black, three sweeteners ; me, cream, no sugar — we’re each … Continue reading →

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Snake, D. H. Lawrence

Posted on 9 July 2010 by xineann

Snake A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there. In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree I came down the steps with my pitcher … Continue reading →

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