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Do not stand at my grave and weep;
a gift for you by Lisa-Dawn Sparling
The animal I really dig, Above all others is the pig. Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever, Pigs are courteous.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. if you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. if you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. if you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. if it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. if you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. if it never does roar out of you, do something else. if you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready.
What a clever and beautiful idea! Jiyeon Song created the One Day Poem Pavilion that uses light and shadow to reveal a poem.
Composition from the Sorted Books project C-prints, each 12.5 x 19 inches, 1993
You never feed me.
Cut the bindings off of books found at a used book store.
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In this poem, disaster strangely invades the ordinary.
By Langston Hughes
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Letters Between Lovers (The Things We Leave Unsaid) By Ashley Shaw