WORLD
I LOOK AT THE WORLD AND I NOTICE IT’S TURNING
Have you noticed the bizarre quality of today?
Not 1 but 2 men with pizza boxes bumped me
The 2nd fell to the ground his box crushed by
my left breast I don’t know how he was diverted
Pepperoni perverted+torn on pavement Pizza man
inverted +gently weeping What story have you told
yourself about today? What connects you to history?
I look at you all + I see you should be stripped of
your phenomenology of your politics +phobias of
your performances
When the existential nakedness to end all nakedness
will lead you directly to your inner-most selves And not
in the opposite direction like say the world wide web
It will be a little like birth a little like death when the
sound of your name echoes + fades How many mirrors
must you look in to know that the wall you see behind is
the trueblueyou With nothing in-between And no one
alerted you Until now
I look at you all your bodies: a cypher acting out your spirit
No guru No teacher Only exiled poets+cows lucky prostitutes
+ old sidewinding men
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I sleep a drunken sleep,
judging the beauty of the world negligible,
craving something that neither dies nor withers,
nor avoids meeting my hard, ravenous look.
(Adelia Prado 1990 Alphabet In The Park)
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About Adelia Prado: She says to herself , I am a simple
person, a common housewife, a practising Catholic. Her
family were laborers; she was the only one to see the ocean,
to go to college, or to dream of writing a book. At 81 she lives
in Divinøpolis, Brazil, a landlocked state of rugged mountains,
mines, and baroque churches. She began publishing her poetry
at 40.
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Fall 2016 First day of 5,777 lunar Jewish Calendar
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