HÖRT NICHT ZU Gott du hast mir als Kind aus Wagen hoch oft gehoben. Die Engeln singen alle Mit Trost und Gedanken, du gibst mir nur eine Sprache zu lernen lachest du mir auf mein Eisen Baum so spuck ich in deine Augen! Du bist Ubu ubu ubu und mein Wieb sagt’s dem Hund Quit
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WISH
For now, this poem I wrote today stays here on my website. I’ve no interest in debate, or signalling virtue, though I may change my mind. I admire Duncan Mercredi and others, who do put themselves on Facebook accepting the vulnerability of speaking publicly. ~ At the end of our family meetings when we were
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JAYDEN RYGA’S SPANAKOPITA
Michelle and me hire at least two students every year who work as a team with up to another 2 care aides. We are both full-time wheelchair users Michelle has MS and Diabetes and I have a lot of things, most create pain. I chose to have my left leg beneath the knee be amputated
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FAIR CONTROL
Revised November 21, 2023 It’s been about a month since I’ve been active on my website, and a long time since I did anything more than repost memes on Facebook. I, there is that horrible work again a work in progress, word, could be (a new book by George Bowering) because I’ve finished a 170
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The Mad Phoenician Meets Julia Kristeva
BEGINNING AGAIN I have been writing the Abject Alphabet since the 1980s, after Kroetsch’s Sad Phoenician, I must be the Mad Phoenician I thought. I met Julia Kristeva when she was promoting a novel which I’ve since given away. I discovered my friend Peter Dueck (rhymes with dew ick) was in Toronto for national meetings as I
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JIMMY BANG’S IF I WAS BLUES If I were a sniper I would shoot myself in the mirror. If I were a stripper I would take all your clothes off with a bump and grind. If I were a spy I would let you know where I am. If I were a sinner I would
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PEAR SEASON
Quotation If you want to know the taste of a pear, you must change the pear by eating it yourself. If you want to know the theory and methods of revolution, you must take part in revolution. All genuine knowledge originates in direct experience. Mao
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WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT
FAIR CONTROL My psych understood I was after “fair control,” Understand my pain will never get better. Not ever, only intensity changes. Broken up prose like this might get to be a poem but now I am waiting for four pm and my next flight of meds.I’m in wine valley, though no more for me
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Yesterday was tough, my first words something to the effect. “I’m signing out. I’m out of service as of now!” Then the internet went down. Similar to Linus who goes out and it is raining and he says the usual “Rain rain go away, come again another day!” The rain stops, all of it, he
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VICTOR’S MANY BEAN SALAD
I thought this was already posted on my site, but apparently not. Here it is today. I’ve also had good responses to my pear salad and my potato and egg salad. RECIPE Ready in 20 minutes Serves 4 – 8 people Ingredients 1 red onion 1-2 cans red kidney beans 1 can white kidney beans
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