that you were the blond boy
whose father jumped off the bridge
when you were only eleven. Forget
that you are the brokenhearted,
the cuckolded, the windswept lover
alone beneath the dangling pines.
Forget that you are the girl
of the godless cry, that no one
took you into his arms
during the cold night, that you have cried
from the fathomless depths
like a blue whale, and the world
has called back to you only its oracles
of relinquishment and moonlight.
Forget, now, my young friends,
everything you can never forget,
and hear, in the untamed wind,
the words for your life: omelette,
divestiture, Prokofiev, stars.
Forget, even as you gaze up at them,
the astral bodies and the heavenly bodies,
forget, even, your own ravenous body
and call out, into the beckoning light,
the names of everything you have
never known: flesh and blood, stone
and interlude, marmalade and owl -
those first syllables of your new world:
your clear and forgotten life.
- Michael Blumenthal
Welcome back into the world of school, the school of life, young friends.
Let's write.
MFB,
L
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When I Was A. . . - Bogdan Tiganov
When I was a child
A long time ago,
When I was learning
To talk
I was thinking
Life is beautiful
And the world is endless
And there's never enough time...
When I was a child
I was so
Happy
And
I was oh no
Sad
And I used to laugh forever
Till my ribs were in pain
When I was a child,
A long time ago...
When I was a child,
You know before all that
Bullshit,
When I had time,
When tiredness was a concept,
Maybe I was wrong then -
And where's it all gone now?
Maybe I can take it with me,
Maybe I can remember the truth
With this poem.
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