SANITY HAS LOST ITS MIND

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Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Written more than ten years ago when Rwanda turned into hell-upon-earth

Rwanda blues My moody depression is an accumulation of bad sleep, rotten sleep, bark-shredded sleep, and reports from the ports of hell and the volcanoes of Rwanda – the latest “God was here, but left early” disaster summer-camp. If you are white and bleeding for the black cause, you can find plenty... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 8, 2007

while taking a bite of my sloppy felafel pita while wiping the windscreen-wipers of my new car while lying on the beach in the hot, hot sun while reading all the right articles in the right paper while contemplating how the local Jazz scene has bloomed while stroking the back of my daughter's neck... Sign in to see full entry.

written a few years back, in a stormy period

It's bloody cold out there; Bombs are exploding in New-Delhi, London, Jerusalem.... Let's listen to Jaqueline du-Pre'. © Mark Pollins 2007 Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Written early this morning

I have been reading Nietzche lately, yesterday I read a short piece of his, where he claimed that there must be interaction between people and minds to reach real philosophical heights. "man…hidden in his citadel…was not predestined for knowledge." ("Beyond Good and Evil") This is one of my greatest... Sign in to see full entry.

Poem about my father's death, 18 years ago.

Cool I still blame my incompetence for my father’s death. Is it four poundings to the heart, then six breaths into the misshapen mouth? Should I get a note-book out and notch up each breath? What a mess. I informed the operator in a matter-of- fact manner: “If the ambulance doesn’t arrive soon, they... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 6, 2007

My Dad and Me

Reading a poem (variations on a theme of Brian Jones) And my father started to read me a poem, To recite an everyday poem, Working class sentiments. I smiled within, I felt and said inside: That’s how it should be, father reading an Everyday simple poem to son. Yet it was much more than this; It was... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 5, 2007

Social Injustice Can a woman love a man who is shorter than her, Or isn't very strong physically, Or earns less money than her, Or hasn't got a very hard erection, Or is not sure what step to take next? A man who cries, is hysterical, confused, changes his mind all the time – is not very sexy. The... Sign in to see full entry.

News Alert: Poem published on WE-LOVE-POEMS

My poem "Breaking of Certainties", has just been published on WE-LOVE-POEMS. Thanks to Opheliablue for the link. Max Cohen Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Thursday Evening Poetry Blitz

Why use the word fucker, fuck? We make love. But making love is clean and beautiful, Set next to the extreme emotion I feel while having sex, It becomes all too angelic, unbelievable – So I fuck. Darling it has nothing to do with you. Everyday when I awake, wash my face, brush my teeth, I have sperm... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Wishing you were here And David Gilmour, while standing there (or sitting) playing your celestial guitar solo on "DOGS", at the Britannia Row Studios, in London – what was going through your mind? Was it the sequence of sounds and notes? Were you thinking of your own dog? Were you pissed-off with R.... Sign in to see full entry.

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