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Poems that I love. Friday, August 28, 2015. In defense of really bad poetry. I once knew a girl whose father was filthy rich. He built row upon row of tacky boxes. That mar the views on the outskirts of San Francisco,. A wilderness that chokes out coffee houses and bars and ********,. All the places where freedom and language get down. He passed his declining years trying to rhyme. 2 x 4, pencil and Uncle Sam,. Verse that would make Ogden Nash blush. Once she asked me and some friends to her hot tub.

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Poems that I love: Poems by C. P. Cavafy

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Poems that I love. Poems by C. P. Cavafy. C P Cavafy (April 29, 1863 – April 29, 1933). Constantine P. Cavafy. Κωνσταντίνος Π. Καβάφης. 8220; Che Fece . Il Gran Rifiuto. 8221; Three translations plus the original Greek. One of Their Gods. TWO YOUNG MEN, 23 TO 24 YEARS OLD. Waiting for the Barbarians. Handwritten in Greek by Cavafy. Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). From Ovid's last poems. Siquis adhuc istic meminit Nasonis adempti. Me sciat in media vivere barbaria.

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Poems that I love: 04/01/2013 - 05/01/2013

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Poems that I love. Tuesday, April 30, 2013. I saw you this morning. You were moving so fast. Can’t seem to loosen my grip. And I miss you so much. There’s no one in sight. And we’re still making love. In my secret life. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). From Ovid's last poems. Siquis adhuc istic meminit Nasonis adempti. Et superest sine me nomen in urbe meum,. Suppositum stellis numquam tangentibus aequor. Me sciat in media vivere barbaria. Poems by C. P. Cavafy. Poems by Wislawa Szymborska.

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Poems that I love: Two Sufi Poets

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Poems that I love. Khwajeh Shams al-Din Muhammad Hafez-e Shirazi. 1325/1326 – 1389/1390). خواجه شمس‌الدین محمد حافظ شیرازی. This is not a courtroom anymore! 8220;You don’t owe me.”. Though wine gives delight. You Were Brave in that Holy War. Cast All Your Votes For Dancing. WE HAVE NOT COME TO TAKE PRISONERS. Poems by Jellaludin Rumi. Jalal ad-Dīn Muhammad Rumi (1207 – 1273). جلال‌الدین محمد رومی. I've Broken Through To Longing. A King Dressed As a Servant. Come, come, whoever you are.

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Poems that I love: 08/01/2015 - 09/01/2015

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Poems that I love. Friday, August 28, 2015. In defense of really bad poetry. I once knew a girl whose father was filthy rich. He built row upon row of tacky boxes. That mar the views on the outskirts of San Francisco,. A wilderness that chokes out coffee houses and bars and brothels,. All the places where freedom and language get down. He passed his declining years trying to rhyme. 2 x 4, pencil and Uncle Sam,. Verse that would make Ogden Nash blush. Once she asked me and some friends to her hot tub.

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Poems that I love: Allen Ginsberg

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Poems that I love. Allen also did two benefit readings for Hartford Street and Maitri hospice so I got to work with him in a more direct way. He was fun, but a consummate professional, attending to the minutest detail. A Supermarket in California. Father Death Blues (Don't Grow Old, Part V). The Lion For Real. And more than a few pictures. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). From Ovid's last poems. Siquis adhuc istic meminit Nasonis adempti. Et superest sine me nomen in urbe meum,. Poems by C. P. Cavafy.

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Wednesday, April 28, 2010. April 25, 2010. Reading and wonderment: Haruki Murakami. One of my first teachers, an admitted fraud who preyed on gullible Berkeley seekers by claiming to stand in the line of Mr Gurdjeiff’s authorized teachers, once gave me some useful advice: if you have five bucks burning a hole in your pocket and you’re fascinated by a title in the remainder pile, don’t hold back. Splurge! I would recommend the practice to anyone with no reservations. Kafka on the Shore. 8220;Very early I ...

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Thursday, June 30, 2011. Michael se ha ido. Michael se ha ido. Aquí está el enlace a la historia en el Huffington Post. Labels: La Muerte de Michael Jackson. Tuesday, June 28, 2011. GLBT Weddings 6 years ago. When love appears and we witness it as we have done this afternoon, anything that stands in love's way is a cause of suffering. We pray that your life together may be free from suffering. To the protectors of each moment. And to the benefactors who give us life,. We offer this ceremony in gratitude.

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Buddha, S.J. Zen reflections on Xtianity, politics, family, gay and lesbian issues, Buddhism and all from an unrepentant Jesuit perspective. Monday, November 17, 2014. The gift of tears. My mother, Leona Carroll Ireland, died 7 years ago. I was preparing for a talk tonight at the Portola Camp zendo about Hsiang-Yen, and remembered this piece that I wrote when my mother began what would be the last years of her life. I dedicate it to you, Mother, and to all our mothers. May 10th, 2009. Even someone who ha...

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Buddha, S.J. Zen reflections on Xtianity, politics, family, gay and lesbian issues, Buddhism and all from an unrepentant Jesuit perspective. Thursday, October 30, 2014. David Park's "Three Bathers". I had it restored at the Deyoung Museum in the mid-90’s to refresh it. My friend Bill Belotti helped me frame it. Published by the University of California Press. She included it in her book. 8220;Three Bathers.” (The work is untitled. The three men Park painted give it its name). 1,160,000 that Park's. Skept...

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Buddha, S.J. Zen reflections on Xtianity, politics, family, gay and lesbian issues, Buddhism and all from an unrepentant Jesuit perspective. Tuesday, August 12, 2014. The Founding of Maitri Home and Hospice for People with AIDS. By Morgan Zo Callahan and Ken Ireland. This is the draft of a chapter from a forthcoming book:. A Thousand Arms: A Guidebook for Buddhist Leaders,. Danny Fisher and Nathan Michon.). Issan Dorsey and David Sunseri at Maitri. Issan and his friends, Ken among them, didn’t set ...

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Buddha, S.J. Zen reflections on Xtianity, politics, family, gay and lesbian issues, Buddhism and all from an unrepentant Jesuit perspective. Wednesday, August 10, 2011. Science vs. Spooks. Skepticism, scientific research and the Nostradamus effect. Revised 8.10.11]. I call it “Science vs. Spooks and the Nostradamus Effect.”. Experiences, and they wanted to present them to a larger audience. Of course it takes money to support these projects. Though the usual requirements to insure that the results are im...

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Buddha, S.J. Zen reflections on Xtianity, politics, family, gay and lesbian issues, Buddhism and all from an unrepentant Jesuit perspective. Saturday, October 29, 2011. Feed the hungry ghosts! October 29th, 2011. Tonight the Castro will be crawling with lots of hot guys all dressed up. Included will be the ghosts of Halloweens past present and future! To mark the event, I am republishing a post I wrote for ". Ears ago our PZI. Meditation group worked with the koan, Save the Ghost. Lest we forget: that gr...

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Buddha, S.J. Zen reflections on Xtianity, politics, family, gay and lesbian issues, Buddhism and all from an unrepentant Jesuit perspective. Monday, January 30, 2012. The Path of Libertation. Be free from suffering! Never be separated from the joy that is free from suffering! Abide in equanimity, free from attachment and aversion! I anoint the Earth with fragrant water. And adorn it with Mount Meru, the four continents, the sun and the moon. Imagining it a Buddha field,. I offer it that ALL. Maitri was a...

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