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let us live…and love…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 20, 2013 by Mj Rains

kiss_by_keziahkissCome…let us live and love,
nor give a damn what sour old men say.
The sun that sets may rise again
but when our light has sunk into the earth,
it is gone forever.
Give me a thousand kisses,
then a hundred, another thousand,
another hundred
and in one breath
still kiss another thousand,
another hundred.
O then with lips and bodies joined
many deep thousands;
their number,
so that poor fools and cuckolds  (envious
even now)  shall never
learn our wealth and curse us
with their
evil eyes.

from Catullus
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You are the free-swimming fish…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 16, 2012 by Mj Rains

fish_____by_youxiandaxia-d30olw3TENDING TWO SHOPS

Don’t run around this world
looking for a hole to hide in.

There are wild beasts in every cave!
If you live with mice,
the cat claws will find you.

The only real rest comes
when you’re alone with God.

Live in the nowhere that you came from,
even though you have an address here.

That’s why you see things in two ways.
Sometimes you look at a person
and see a cynical snake.

someone else see a joyful lover,
and you’re both right!

Everyone is half and half,
like the black and white ox.

Joseph looked ugly to his brothers,
and most handsome to his father.

You have eye that see from that nowhere,
and eyes that judge distances,
how high and how low.

You own two shops,
and you run back and forth.

Try to close the one that’s a fearful trap,
getting always smaller.  Checkmate,
this way.  Checkmate that.

Keep open the shop
where you’re not selling fishhooks anymore.
You are the free-swimming fish.


Existential love for Jean-Paul…

Posted in Writers with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 21, 2012 by Mj Rains

Existentialism reigns…


Happy birthday (posthumously) to iconic literary man Jean-Paul Sartre, master of existential thought, prolific writer and long time companion of Simone de Beauvoir who today would be turning 107. In NAUSEA, Sartre wrote:

“This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story. But you have to choose: live or tell.”

For us, as writers, we feel conflicted. Choosing to live or tell seems somewhat impossible as we live to tell and tell to live and live to live in some sort of “chicken vs. egg” tangled web of messiness. We feel that in living, the writer continues to experience…

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