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so irrigate your heart

0 comments Published 2.27.2009 by matt o.

warmer today. taste of spring. walked down by the water and looked at antique books. the last time i could take a walk comfortably it was the last warmth of october-- today felt just like those days. looked like them, too: stripped trees and crisp, skittering brown leaves that survived the winter in gutters and between stubborn, clinging patches of soiled city ice. the main difference is that, though the temperature is the same, the air carries a promise, however frustratingly distant, of spring and winter's end. the water is a more intense blue and cloud formations march across the sky with rainy purpose.

elsewhere, becky experienced a day more or less like mine, or at least i'd like to think so. on facebook, where the voices of a generation speak without a conversation, she suggested everyone listen to at war with the mystics and take a walk outside.

you won't be laughing when you hear how this one ends

0 comments Published 2.20.2009 by matt o.

'and i asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.'

-- kurt vonnegut, slaughterhouse-five

we can do some wrecking here

0 comments Published 2.15.2009 by matt o.

you write carefully
sentence after sentence
to make your meaning clear
the meaning is
that you are dead
dead with hope
dead with spring
dead with the blurred hummingbird
dead with the longing
to shine again
in details of the past

-- leonard cohen, 'your death'


'it wasn't until he was about to die that for one moment he opened his eyes. o govinda, he sighed, the rain never stops, the dream never ends, maybe we screwed it all up. and he was gone.'

-- natasza goerke, 'siddhartha'

i need a way to measure the distance

0 comments Published 2.01.2009 by matt o.

'i suppose most men would say, where has the time gone? but not me; i know where it has gone. ask any exile. he will tell you where the time has gone.'

-- john biguenet, the torturer's apprentice

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