hmm; Jethro Tull played the flute ...
songs from the wood
the witches promise
velvet green
but the mountain men
part of the machine
bungle in the jungle
living in the past
raising steam
farms on the freeway
nothing is easy
protect and survive
dogs in the midwinter
just trying to be
skating away
on the thin ice
of a new day
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while the groundhogs played
rich man poor man
who now will save the world
death of the sun
cherry red
one more chance, junkman
still a fool
earth is not room enough
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@voimaoy
I thought you said #TheGroundhogs 😎
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In the margin of CanPo pg57
world stood still
a smokey haze
had lost its will
by wood and hill
withered days
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but words are
feels
fuel the
supply
pulled
everywhere
to make fun
again
to write
fragments and
leavings
there
record the
talk
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In the margin of CanPo pg54
lurid flush
angry sketch
will remember
the sound
of waves upon
years ago
O love
we stood
while all
sobbed
we scarcely
like night
stars
far-off
came voices
knew
subtle sense
two walked
whose
gleaming
was
no outward
bird or
silence
and all
was
such fire of
moon-light
born
so glad
O love
seems but
silver
nights of woe
on
sunset
gleaming
till i
that sob and sigh
beach that break
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In The Margins. . .CanPo pg49
new chains
of rare gems
they hung
on saplings
bright, and
blaz'd in
they pil'd
of cedar
low did
the camp
hounds
with needles
dream'd of
a bat by
the darkness
close round
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from The Margin
In
this before
this poem
thinking about
extended image
torn asunder and
of architecture
where birth is
more the seizure
inside
the blade
apply Lines from
light and let
in the wrestling
of existing
and grammar
collections deftly
hang
ceiling of
Experiment
That there
the loss
of a gale's
truth
painful topics
helped
no small
pilgrimages to holy
contradictory glory
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from The Margins
The sonnet is
where
harm from
tangible sign of
the many constraints
that could
slippage should
to the fact
then
objectification to
creatureliness
in separate catagories
and speak wonders
neurotic, vain.
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from Grundrisse p.237-8
The special
character
tempts to evade
by appealing to
a social relation
as a metal
can be found as
form from its
selves, are not money
As we have seen
in its movement
in its content
needs; in its form
Prosperity, too, is still
product of labour
one's own labour
bought by alien labour.
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from The Margins.
Elsewhere a
crying
left behind or
through
here on your
not-yet-percieved
twinkled
switch of starlight
twinkling for sure
the
incinerator
from
ordinary
mad inventiveness
voices
visitors
staunch through the
simple words.
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“You R the CARBON they want to REDUCE”
A tree in a park,
with noises behind
and the sun shining
through the branches.
Sangster pg40
poet in a haze
dreams away his one
may almost imbue
the atmosphere of the night-
ingales waked in the eastern
echoes of the wood
's social solitude
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