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Duration: 03:09 minutes Upload Time: 2007-10-25 22:23:21 User: subwaysleuth :::: Favorites :::: Top Videos of Day |
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Description: A second, more restrained reading of a poem about the capacity of the creative mind. notes: Sans Souci=palace in Potsdam, fairy floss=cotton candy (Australia, etc.), I forgot to say "Palace doors" near the end. I just said "doors." We'll let 'r stand as that. |
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| subwaysleuth ::: Favorites 2008-01-09 00:31:20 (4)The oceans of restless care assailing my reflex-conditioned body, iron-forged by bullish markets and Manhattan rents break hard against my Vulcanized palace doors. You'll never flood me out! For you are not kept in mind. -- __________________________________________________ | |
| subwaysleuth ::: Favorites 2008-01-09 00:29:06 (3)Why must the mind be sound and sure-stepping? The body will defend herself. Don't let it bother you quite so much. Most minds, understood or not keep a secret menagerie of options, wishes, and protections. Notions, ideas, mending tools, blending sexes, trembling fears, handsome gendarmes, warm snowflakes, sweetest fairy floss, haven of comfort: a breathing museum of favored friends and clear-sighted consciousness. __________________________________________________ | |
| subwaysleuth ::: Favorites 2008-01-09 00:25:23 (2)He changes his mind a lot, and that is bad for at least one room. Quick! Flush the toilet, mop the floor! Another chamber, she thrills at the idea: Oh, brother! Change the wallpaper and the visitors already! The Queen may be visiting. Deeper in that formless castle women in vibrating saris of panchromatic silk reveal sacred mantras: the passions make love there. The elixir of easy joys fills splendid pools - refreshment for those who will brave the temperature. __________________________________________________ | |
| subwaysleuth ::: Favorites 2008-01-09 00:22:10 In mind, when sound and sure stepping, a room large enough to contain universes exists for our tireless industry, and for our end-of-the-day leisure. A private, rambling palace: Sans Souci. What would an organizing, work-driven person do with such decadent space? How ever could she control the goings-on, the ebb and flow od the tides? A caprice, a scherzo, the latest trifle? __________________________________________________ | |
| zootybeano ::: Favorites 2008-01-08 23:24:40 i need to see the text __________________________________________________ | |
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