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Spring Sestina

it’s nearly noon and the sun slices
through the thick spring fog, dark
with winter’s gloom, heavy with fatality:
the spent daffodil’s bloom, the cut
tulip whose bulb shrinks into earth,
the dew worm mining to the surface,

the bittersweet-bellied robin surfaces
through cold air, the flight slices
until stick feet meet warm, wet earth
as eyes scan lawns and ditches dark
with winter sleep, the worm cuts
through to the robin’s charge, a fatality

among spring’s chalk marks of fatality
struck against the papery surface
of birch bark, each stain cuts
into the trunk, rips and slices
death as a jagged feature in dark
congealed blood of waking earth,

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poem by Jane L. Carman
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The Politics of Narrative: Why I Am A Poet

Jill's a good kid who's had some tough luck. But that's
another story. It's a day when the smell of fish from Tib's hash
house is so strong you could build a garage on it. We are sit-
ting in Izzy's where Carl has just built us a couple of solid
highballs. He's okay, Carl is, if you don't count his Roamin'
Hands and Rushin' Fingers. Then again, that should be the
only trouble we have in this life. Anyway, Jill says, "Why
don't you tell about it? Nobody ever gets the poet's point of
view." I don't know, maybe she's right. Jill's just a kid, but
she's been around; she knows what's what.
So, I tell Jill, we are at Izzy's just like now when he
comes in. And the first thing I notice is his hair, which has
been Vitalis-ed into submission. But, honey, it won't work,
and it gives him a kind of rumpled your-boudoir-or-mine look.
I don't know why I noticed that before I noticed his face.
Maybe it was just the highballs doing the looking. Anyway,
then I see his face, and I'm telling you--I'm telling Jill--this is
a masterpiece of a face.
But--and this is the god's own truth--I'm tired of
beauty. Really. I know, given all that happened, this must

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poem by Lynn Emanuel
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Come Back To Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard

The last time that I saw her
She was standing in the rain
With her overcoat under her arm
Leaning on a horsehead cane
She said carl, take all the money
She called everybody carl
My spirits broke
My minds a joke,
And getting ups real hard
Chorus
Dont you know her
When you see her?
She grew up
In your back yard
Come back to us
Barbara lewis
Hare krishna
Beauregard
Selling bibles at the airports
Buying quayludes on the phone

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song performed by John Prine
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Cant Believe

(feat. carl thomas)
Carl:
I always dreamed that everything would be okay with me and you,
I was wrong
When I looked into your eyes I didnt see all the things I used to, whats
Going on
Faith:
You gave me reasons to believe that we were always meant to be but now I see
You were wrong
You cant keep running back to me with all those baby baby pleases no more
No more
Chorus
Never imagined you would be a faded picture Im emotional (Im emotional)
Its so believing your deceiving its official Im emotional, (im
Emotional)
I cant forget last night I saw you in the corner wrapped up tight
You were warm ooh
Slow dancing on the floor while I was watching from the door so hurt
There you were
You gave me reasons to believe that we were always meant to be but now I see

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song performed by Faith Evans
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Barbara Ann

Ah, ba ba ba ba barbara ann
Ba ba ba ba barbara ann
Oh barbara ann, take my hand
Barbara ann
You got me rockin and a-rollin
Rockin and a-reelin
Barbara ann ba ba
Ba barbara ann
Went to a dance, lookin for romance
Saw barbara ann, so I thought Id take a chance
With barbara ann, barbara ann
Take my hand
You got me rockin and a-rollin
(oh! oh!)
Rockin and a-reelin
Barbara ann ba ba
Ba ba ba ba black sheep
Ba ba ba ba barbara ann
Ba ba ba ba barbara ann
Barbara ann, take my hand

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song performed by Beach Boys
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The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.

classic quote by Carl Sandburg
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Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

classic quote by Carl Sandburg
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Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.

classic quote by Carl Gustav Jung
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Religion is a defense against the experience of God.

classic quote by Carl Gustav Jung
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Man needs difficulties; they are necessary for health.

classic quote by Carl Gustav Jung
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