nothing

Posted on Sep 6th, 2006 by

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i have phrases

and whole pages

memorized,

but nothing can be told

of love.

you must wait

until you and i

are living together.

in the conversation we'll have then...

be patient...

then...

- rumi

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bukowski's cat

Posted on Sep 7th, 2006 by

Karuna

he came to the door one night wet thin

beaten and terrorized

a white cross-eyed tailless cat

I took him in and fed him and he stayed

grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway

and ran him over

I took what was left to a vet who said, "not much

chance…give him these pills…his backbone

is crushed, but it was crushed before and somehow

mended, if he lives he'll never walk, look at

these x-rays, he's been shot, look here, the pellets

are still there…also, he once had a tail, somebody

cut it off…"

I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of the

hottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom

floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn't eat, he

wouldn't touch the water, I dipped my finger into it

and wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn't go anywhere

I put in a lot of bathroom time and talked to

him and gently touched him and he looked back at

me with those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days went

by he made his first move

dragging himself forward by his front legs

(the rear ones wouldn't work)

he made it to the litter box

crawled over and in,

it was like the trumpet of possible victory

blowing in that bathroom and into the city, I

related to that cat - I'd had it bad, not that

bad but bad enough

one morning he got up, stood up, fell back down and

just looked at me.

"you can make it," I said to him.

he kept trying, getting up falling down, finally

he walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, the

rear legs just didn't want to do it and he fell again, rested,

then got up.

you know the rest: now he's better than ever, cross-eyed

almost toothless, but the grace is back, and that look in

his eyes never left…

and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about

life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,

shot, run over de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look

at this!"

but they don't understand, they say something like,"you

say you've been influenced by Celine?"

"no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by

things like this, by this, by this!"

I shake the cat, hold him up in

the smoky and drunken light, he's relaxed he knows…

it's then that the interviews end

although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures

later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photographed

together.

he too knows it's bullshit, but that somehow it all helps.

- charles bukowski
the history of one tough motherfucker

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i want

Posted on Sep 8th, 2006 by

Karuna

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I want both of us

To start talking about this great love

As if you, I, and the Sun were all married

And living in a tiny room,

Helping each other to cook,

Do the wash,

Weave and sew,

Care for our beautiful

Animals.

We all leave each morning

To labor on the earth's field.

No one does not lift a great pack.

I want both of us to start singing like two

Traveling minstrels

About this extraordinary existence

We share,

As if

You, I, and God were all married

And living in

A tiny

Room.

- Hafiz

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hallelujah

Posted on Sep 9th, 2006 by

Karuna

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H A L L E L U J A H

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room, and I've walked this floor,
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Well maybe there´s a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
and it's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah

- Jeff Buckley's version of Leonard Cohen's song

Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah

Imogen Heap - Hallelujah

Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah

Bono (U2) - Hallelujah

Late Tuesday - Hallelujah (Live)

John Cale - Hallelujah

Rufus Wainright - Hallelujah

Sheryl Crow - Hallelujah (Live Radio)

Katheryn Williams - Hallelujah

k.d. lang - Hallelujah

K's Choice - Hallelujah (Live)

Dresden Dolls - Hallelujah (Live)

Elisa - Hallelujah

The Junebugs - Hallelujah (Live)

Chris Botti - Hallelujah

Clare Bowditch - Hallelujah

Eric Beverly - Hallelujah

Arooj Aftab - Hallelujah

Allison Crowe - Hallelujah

Jack Lukeman - Hallelujah

Kate Noson - Hallelujah

Macbrolan - Hallelujah

Ari Hest - Hallelujah (Live)

Street To Nowhere - Hallelujah

Bob Dylan - Hallelujah (Live)

Damien Rice - Hallelujah (Live)

Damien Rice - Cannonball > Hallelujah

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a ritual to read to each other

Posted on Sep 25th, 2006 by

Karuna

If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider--
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give--yes or no, or maybe--
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.

- William Stafford

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too alone

Posted on Sep 27th, 2006 by

Karuna

I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough

to make every minute holy.

I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough

just to lie before you like a thing,

shrewd and secretive.

I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,

as it goes toward action,

and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times

when something is coming near,

I want to be with those who know secret things

or else alone.

I want to be a mirror for your whole body,

and I never want to be blind, or to be too old

to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.

I want to unfold.

I don't want to stay folded anywhere,

because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

And I want my grasp of things

true before you. I want to describe myself

like a painting that I looked at

closely for a long time,

like a saying that I finally understood,

like the pitcher I use every day,

like the face of my mother,

like a ship

that took me safely

through the wildest storm of all.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

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where the sidewalk ends

Posted on Sep 29th, 2006 by

Karuna

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

- Shel Silverstein

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