Quotes about alleys, page 19
Faces
A late snow beats
With cold white fists upon the tenements -
Hurriedly drawing blinds and shutters,
Like tall old slatterns
Pulling aprons about their heads.
Lights slanting out of Mott Street
Gibber out,
Or dribble through bar-room slits,
Anonymous shapes
Conniving behind shuttered panes
Caper and disappear…
Where the Bowery
Is throbbing like a fistula
Back of her ice-scabbed fronts.
Livid faces
Glimmer in furtive doorways,
Or spill out of the black pockets of alleys,
Smears of faces like muddied beads,
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poem by Lola Ridge
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Just Thinking About Walt Whitman
In the lunch hour alleys of the city,
We ate our Mexican food with the mild sauce,
Not wanting to raise the heat of our conversations;
Our plans were a rock concert at a small venue
Where the pretty but slightly plump girls scream
Drunken love to the lead singer,
And the tall man with the fresh tan
Hangs out in the back aisle scoping out the chicks;
And a few people begin to dance with missile-happy,
Excited legs spraying all over the place,
And I just want everyone to be joyful
Without punk rocking the scene with any consonantal violence,
And I always want to dig the waitress passing out the beers,
She tends to have cute, short black hair and some hip tattoo;
If I’m already sober, she will give me a free coffee
And I’ll sit in a dimly-lit back corner all lonely
And try to write a melancholy poem about her eyes;
If I’m slightly inebriated, she’ll smile and get an easy tip
And then tell me to behave myself;
Someone will bring pizza and get all-tomato stained
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Tonight at Noon (for Charles Mingus and the Clayton Squares)
Tonight at noon
Supermarkets will advertise 3d EXTRA on everything
Tonight at noon
Children from happy families will be sent to live in a home
Elephants will tell each other human jokes
America will declare peace on Russia
World War I generals will sell poppies in the streets on November 11th
The first daffodils of autumn will appear
When the leaves fall upwards to the trees
Tonight at noon
Pigeons will hunt cats through city backyards
Hitler will tell us to fight on the beaches and on the landing fields
A tunnel full of water will be built under Liverpool
Pigs will be sighted flying in formation over Woolton and Nelson will
not only get his eye back but his arm as well
White Americans will demonstrate for equal rights in front of the Black House
and the Monster has just created Dr Frankenstein
Girls in bikinis are moonbathing
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My Romanian Language
Sweet, melodious there’s no other
like my language in this world,
From the lips of my grandmother,
every word is shining pearled.
It is born straight from the Light,
Sunrise over the Black Sea,
Just to hear it it’s a delight,
Oh, how great’s my love for thee!
My Romanian language, a treasure
Safely kept inside my soul,
Then released with grace and leisure,
Golden words that made me whole.
You can hear it in the leaves,
when you walk with Eminescu,
In the secret of the breeze,
Trying lovely to impress you.
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poem by Marius Alexandru from Doruri Sfinte (August 2018)
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Sate
'Sate, sate..... te te'
Sound builders satay at night
echoed through the halls of the capital
go on and on so every night
the walls of the houses across the street, alleys
in the capital of the kingdom
witness craft, tenacity and perseverance
peddle wares
favorite food of all citizens,
officials and the king
anticipated arrival
moreover the king's wife and family
they secretly love it
although manners forbade direct contact
with the repairman satay
'Te, te...... te goat, and cow's father.... '
Until one day the king, officials and retainer
In the vicinity of the royal palace
Angry, out skewers
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Intelligence Without a Mentor Original 10 03 22010
INTELLIGENCE WITHOUT A MENTOR:
Original 10 03 2010
Intelligence without a mentor
Funny how time just keeps ticking
Right on away -is a play righting as
Orientated divinely thought to say
Written as Comedy -as intended
To be portrayed -it’s the soup of
Plasticity of a mind gone astray
Marked by the staining of bloody
Aneurisms seeping into the gray -the
Silence of pain and forgotten brain
Curious temperament humility and
The evil inspired disdain -within
Guided by inquisition lightning –fear
Forbade following the imperatives
Leading all the mentors to the left
And to the right –down the slippery
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Thomas À Kempis
Brother of mine, good monk with cowlëd head,
Walled from that world which thou hast long since fled,
And pacing thy green close beyond the sea,
I send my heart to thee.
Down gust-sweet walks, bordered by lavender,
While eastward, westward, the mad swallows whir,
All afternoon poring thy missal fair,
Serene thou pacest there.
Mixed with the words and fitting like a tune,
Thou hearest distantly the voice of June,—
The little, gossipping noises in the grass,
The bees that come and pass.
Fades the long day; the pool behind the hedge
Burns like a rose within the windy sedge;
The lilies ghostlier grow in the dim air;
The convent windows flare.
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La Vie de Boheme
Alone, I whet my soul against the keen
Unwrinkled sky, with its long stretching blue.
I polish it with sunlight and pale dew,
And damascene it with young blowing leaves.
Into the handle of my life I set
Sprigs of mignonette
And periwinkle,
Twisted into sheaves.
The colors laugh and twinkle.
Twined bands of roadways, liquid in the sheen
Of street lamps and the ruby shine of cabs,
Glisten for my delight all down its length;
And there are sudden sparks
Of morning ripplings over tree-fluttered pools.
My soul is fretted full of gleams and darks,
Pulsing and still.
Smooth-edged, untarnished, girded in my soul
I walk the world.
But in its narrow alleys,
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Confession of an Aristocratic Whore
Dismemberment of life
Grant of no grace in our gutters
Sedated happiness in unreal words
Pitiful kings lie in human secrets
Allegiance of a false power to govern us all
Unrest of a restored mob
Riots in the pavements of glory’s past
The age of miracle has long passed
Anarchy pours in the Isles of greed
Retirement of unpassionate parades storm in
Balck petals flow in an ethnicity’s battlements
And a white Tiger waits to rule, in sin!
Emerald stones will take their course
In Power and Lust they shutter mankind’s fall
My Charles, how loathsome thy shape has gone
Thy eternal youth in blood they yield below
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The city of joy
The city of joy, my city, my home
My city of love, my Troy, my Rome
Rags and riches both, and stories unfurl
Swanky Park Street to a slogan splattered wall
Serpentine lanes and alleys quite dark
Book stores in *College Street and also **“STAR MARK”
The young city vibes in south ***“KOL’s” clubs
Night outs frisky at Entertainment hubs
A city living somewhere down
The annals of time
Survives here still
Somehow sublime
Household chores done
Housewives Chatter
On the terrace, drying hair
Mundane little matters
Youths gather in groups
And have ****“ADDA” seasons
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