Category: AI Art
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23 January: Found Poetry
It drags at you from behind,and the more you look to rears, the more you abandon yourself.You disappear, and are forgotten. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in…
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22 January: Found Poetry
And then you possess happiness.It was good to talk and walk,just short stepsto peacefor a short while. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9.…
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21 January: Found Poetry
Light was the first to move.It was calm, an undertow when it moved,and light inherited light.It left its broad markon those old deceptions,and as a consequence,no one entered with virtue. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The…
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20 January: Found Poetry
Life’s Fire The fire of love,the fire of sacrifice, the heart ever calm,peaceful as the rule of water. It is not the book of life.It is life. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom…
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19 January: Found Poetry
He listens to music. Its protests and complaint.Its torments and prostrations. His music is a contortion and it penetrates his heart. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in…
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18 January: Postmortem on a Dead Poet’s Desk
A Postmortem on a Dead Poet’s Desk This room was my poverty,my turnpike,crumpled papers and rough scrawl.Piles of A4 lined paper, and smudged scraps and fragmentswind-blown left and right for this postmorteminto a poet’s notebooks, into drawers,and ink splashes on her desk,and if ink be bloodas it is to a surgeon’s knife, then this woman…
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17 January: Found Poetry
Night’s Speed We are not aware of time passing,night’s time flies at different speed.Not the speed of fragrance.Nor an incense nose. And we wokewithout an alarm clock,rose to the stillness of quiet stars. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded…
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16 January: Found Poetry
The Shepherd His work is not one thing.Not fishingor tending sheep, and he left this worldwith a smile and kindness. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English…
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16 January: Magpies, Crows, and a Heron
There’s a magpie walking around the garden with an apple core in its mouth – sounds like a wire of wind within its throat. Yesterday, there were two crows fighting over a bone bigger than they were long, both in moods like darkening sky. My neighbour has a fish pond, koi, I think they are,…
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15 January: Found Poetry
Veggie Meagreas a dietof fruit and vegetables.Avoid fierce food. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation of Found Poetry and Dadaism…
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