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Aprīlis 22., 2015
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Ja es būtu komponists, nu tā kā keidžs, tad uzrakstītu skaņdarbu "minūti pēc tam, kad būtu bijis jāskan modinātājam, vīrs un divas meitas guļ un elpo, katrs savā ritmā"
"un tad aiz loga iedziedas zīlīte"
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e.e.cummings
The Mind Is Its Own Beautiful Prisoner
the mind is its own beautiful prisoner.
Mind looked long at the sticky moon
opening in dusk her new wings
then decently hanged himself,one afternoon.
The last thing he saw was you
naked amid unnaked things,
your flesh,a succinct wandlike animal,
a little strolling with the futile purr
of blood;your sex squeaked like a billiard-cue
chalking itself,as not to make an error,
with twists spontaneously methodical.
He suddenly tasted worms windows and roses
he laughed,and closed his eyes as a girl closes
her left hand upon a mirror.
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Man ir ogles zīmulīši!!! Kas pagaidām (cik nu veikalā izmēģināju) ir tieši tas, ko man vajag, viegli ietonēti normālās krāsās, nevis tā, kā spilgtie pasteļzīmuļi. Un papīrs arī ir. Happy-happy.
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