Starlings, puffed in the cold, land here and over there,
arrayed black musical notes on the rhythms of wind in bare trees.
Then they dart, bullets from a Beethoven symphony,
speeding without collision through the wind-waving branches.
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European Starling
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Monday, December 27, 2010
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A Pulsing Imagination - Ray Clews' Paintings
A video of some of my late brother Ray's paintings and poems I wrote for them. Direct link: https://youtu.be/V8iZyORoU9E ___
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I have been asked to offer a presentation of some of my performance videopoems at Mount Pleasant Public Library on Thursday Feb 25th from ...
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Abrasion #2, Created, Interpreted, Edited, Sound & Music by Joaquim Gil & Nuno Tavares , and I love their YouTube channel name: &quo...
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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...