Tag: world
group name: gatheranon
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January 02, 2008 03:04 PM EST --
I read The World Without Us based on an online recommendation. Time lists it in their top 10 nonfiction books of the year.
Several years ago, Weisman had written an article about how the wildlife . . . more
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January 02, 2008 01:34 PM EST --
I was really looking forward to reading this book. The author, Irene Nemirovsky, was a Russian emigre to Paris who became a successful author in France in the late 1930's early 40's.
She'd . . . more
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January 09, 2008 08:15 AM EST --
Today I have been thinking about the people I've met online, some of which I've had the pleasure to meet in person. These were good people, and there are many more whom I would like to meet face-to-face . . . more
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November 06, 2007 03:24 PM EST --
Read
T.E. Lawrence's "Seven Pillars of Wisdom"
T.E. Lawrence was a young man who had studied Arabic, the Koran and Arab history. He was a non-commissioned . . . more
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April 20, 2008 12:15 AM EDT --
Faces of death
Sunset, now, on my window begging to write it
A purple suicide note.
'Come on write it for yourself.' I may have uttered.
Selfish-man as I am
Or a man who . . . more
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April 23, 2008 02:47 PM EDT --
A night ride
A sweet breeze touches the face, plays with locks,
The car moves with the light and shadow of night.
The torn blanket drawn over by side street
The breeze becomes . . . more
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June 29, 2008 04:20 PM EDT --
I will admit I have been celebrating my birthday for eight days already. Oh, it wasn't really my fault. A dear friend's birthday is ten days before mine, so we had a two-couple potluck . . . more
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May 02, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Sleep
The blissful sleep. The leaves of trees in silent fall.
A pair of eyes in profuse sweating. A fly's buzz.
All that dirt around us is not profaning him.
Watch with thirst, . . . more
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April 15, 2008 09:13 AM EDT --
Woman inside
The woman inside the skin of his head
Picks up those stones they have thrown and builds a
Rock garden amid the mess of days, nights
And life.
The curious world . . . more
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May 01, 2008 08:46 AM EDT --
Island
They say it is five hour's journey to land.
Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt.
Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls,
Five hours to observe today . . . more
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April 18, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
The power-cut at the main street
Outside, the sound of pollution rises.
Midday, hustling around for nickels, sweats.
The power-cut has picked up a book,
The words dance before PC-eyes. . . . more
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April 20, 2008 12:27 AM EDT --
Snippet - II
The inventions of do-gooders to hair, skin, teeth
Even age
Lie on the dressing table with double mirror.
She overlooks
The creeping shadow of time on the pane. . . . more
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April 30, 2008 09:30 AM EDT --
Ha! Life!
The sound of an unstable ceiling fan
The window with a permanent landscape.
A buzzing noon in this cabin douses
The race of life and thirsty deaths it yields. . . . more
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May 19, 2008 02:31 AM EDT --
The abused (the dust and the future)
The upturned walls of his mind throbs.
Each flash cuts and pastes scene from past.
Small palms grasp bed sheet, new and crisp.
Eyes water too . . . more
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February 11, 2008 10:49 AM EST --
".... The whole universe is the expression of consciousness. The reality of the universe is one unbounded ocean of consciousness in motion."
. . . more
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January 13, 2008 02:16 PM EST --
By Savo Heleta
Published in Sudan Tribune on January 13, 2008
http://www.sudantribune.com/spip.php?article25558
What is wrong with Africa? Why is the largest number of failed . . . more
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September 09, 2006 01:24 PM EDT --
I just resurrected this article, changed the first paragraph which was obsolete and added a new link to an article by another writer on a sililar theme down at the end and posted it to some extra . . . more
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June 16, 2008 11:20 AM EDT --
To the quake victims
The tail of the red toy truck can be seen.
If there is any pair of innocent hands
to play with the toy, there is no mind.
Or body.
He holds her quite . . . more
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April 16, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
A coats, not hers
( a poetry that begins at the words I have stolen with permission from the master writer K.c.Klein)
A coat, not hers wraps the little body
Crouched it twists down . . . more
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April 28, 2008 11:31 AM EDT --
= a path through these days =
The curse of a dead bird on the footstep.
Stop to stoop over the dead-life.
Horizon full of death is exploding,
See the gust of unfaith it blasts. . . . more
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