the poetic life
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A Bay Leaf reinterpreted
I grew up in a Cuban-Puerto Rican household, where bay leaves are ever present, although they always seem to appear in large pots, seemingly lost, somewhat irrelevant in their unimpressive dark hues, yet resilient in maintaining their shape through hours in oils on the hearth, swimming obstructed by a variety of bones, chunks, and beans…
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The Transcendental
The transcendental way is the quotidian simplicity and complexity — grinding coffee, smelling the grounds, seeing the watering process; observing the slow transition of bacon in the pan; dwelling on the crucial liveliness of the ing form; playing with breathing…
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Iolanta, the blind Princess
Iolanta:Why have I been given eyes?So that I may weep…Vaudemont:Does that mean there is no desire in your heart to see the light, and the glory of the universe?Iolanta:What does the word “see” mean?Vaudemont:To know the beautiful light.Iolanta:Knight, what is light? From the operaIOLANTAMusic — Peter Ilyitch Tchaikovsky Libretto – Modest Tchaikovsky (Translation by Evangeline…
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You grow, you bear fruit
Simple. Grow. Bear fruit.
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Buccal Ethics
Kiss with opened eyes Masticate with an inner smile, in attention to every juice that flows — in the mouth, at the pelvis Take time to whistle Find trust in the thought before it is spoken Smile with your tears
Sila Blume 