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Questioning Shadows. Murmuring Prayers.
vanity. the thought that knocked every time. romance seldom held the dock. childhood scurried past with morsels of self-consciousness biting from the future. and the future? a dark mass of self-doubt squirming into a mudstone rolling and rolling across the years, mustering fears turning vain. vanity. suffering. the feeling always left behind. incessant rains, paper…
English Poetry, Life, Literature, Love, Metaphor, Philosophy, Poem, Poetry, Promises, Vanity, Women, Writing -
War and Peace
we split in yonder there are two kinds of hunger I erase them. You erase fear Still from: Nun va Goldoon (Bread and Flower) by Mohsen Makhmalbaf
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Pornographia: where vulgarities and sorrows merge
A beautiful movie: thoroughly touching. But why ‘Pornographia’? Pornography is not always vulgar but the first impression of the word usually brings to our mind of something that is vulgar. Conversely, the first impression of movie ‘Pornografia’ is bound to throw us into confusion: it doesn’t consist of anything that even remotely resembles our common…
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Solus
I have come to this path; on Your released tresses I walk Bearing a cross in my heart My scents disappear Once more I live For you. For you I would walk on this Path. Tales harden me Not; nor waters soften Me. Let me see to your pains Through a mirror no more mine.
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Dawns which never Arrive
One night I left the jar; the one with a miasma from mold growth, beside the wash basin for the next dawn to arrive when I would have definitely washed it. The dawn never arrived and I didn’t wash it. Someone did after four and half months. Maybe my mother on one of her visits…
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