By the apple trees of Anon

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And from the train, where the tracks had slid me down through the seasons, colour burst at my pupils, 

but I could not know it. A line had been cast.

 

(9th may 2011)

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Sealed, white

rime crisped your beard,

godless wire filigree framing

You, the selfish giant

No blood seeped the rippling

tinkle

of snow blossoms, ice encrusted

at your pores.

No child played by your apple tree

Motionless dream,

frozen at the pillow,

Where you lay woven

in your creaking bed

Of wicker willow.

Image: Jose Luís Pérez

  

""I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming," said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; "I hope there will be a change in the weather."

But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. "He is too selfish," she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.

One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. "I believe the Spring has come at last," said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.
What did he see?"

OSCAR WILDE - THE SELFISH GIANT

Remix - pieces of us were left on the tracks... by Library Tapes by Abdul benCamel

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Shiver

All the birds have flown away

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At Dawn (Vogel) by Pantaleimon


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Cavernous Cuckoo

            In the freshness of the morning I

Feel back to the musty sheets where I left my load

Under white chasms of creased restlessness

I was devoured by a pack of dogs

rabid, with tears in their eyes

From the grey confines of that decaying

concrete window, you watched merciless

as flooded with shame I was, at the warm

smell of those dripping canines slipping

gently in, like spikes into bruised fruit

In the freshness of the morning, I.

Dustin O' Halloran - Vorleben - Compilation - 130701 by FatCat Records

"Gazing into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger"

JAMES JOYCE

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 "I don't belong to anyone
My heart is heavy as an oil drum
And I don't want to be alone
My heart is yellow as an ear of corn
And I have torn my soul apart
From pulling artlessly with fool commands
Some nights I just never go to sleep at all
And I stand
Shaking in my doorway like a sentinel
All alone
Bracing like the bow upon a ship
And fully abandoning
Any thought of anywhere
But home, my home
Sometimes I can almost feel the power
And I do love you
Is it only timing that has made it such a dark hour
Only ever chiming out "Cuckoo, cuckoo""

JOANNA NEWSOM - In California

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