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3 days ago | 
3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny
By Jim Culleny A Cornucopia of Elegiesas clear as time when the air was green and tenderfeet knew the ballet of beginning,a tern-like teen on one leg in the surf of a sea, a swift on a draft of blinks in the hour ofsomeday-but-not-now- . time is a cornucopia of elegies, the master of poets complicit since the word became flesh . . Enjoying the content on 3QD? Help keep us going by donating now.
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6 days ago | 
3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny
Political Speech Democracy in America, she said, has always been aspirational, the bronze bell of its summons rung by noble oligarchs with blood on their soft white hands- which is not to say that Democracy in America isn't inspirational, isn't a flickering beacon above some battered shore awash in bodies- in fact, it's always both- the opened arms, the double- locked gate-which leaves us here together, always separate, never equal, mouthing the words for breakfast, spitting them out before...
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1 week ago | 
3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny
I don't want eternity it overwhelms me I want to be alive while I live without thinking about why I live I want to be lightning in the air an iridescent butterfly a soap bubble about to burst. Enjoying the content on 3QD? Help keep us going by donating now.
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1 week ago | 
3quarksdaily.com | António Machado |Jim Culleny
Marvellous ErrorLast night I was sleeping, I dreamt-marvellous error!- that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: along which secret aqueduct, Oh water, are you coming to me, water of a new life that I have never drunk? Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt-marvellous error!- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
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1 week ago | 
3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny
THE HAPPINESS OF ATOMS1. According to Konstantin Tsiolkovsky, "the father of modern rocket science,"in order for the earth to thrive every atom must be happy. "It is the organicneed and right of all atoms not to feel torment but to exist in peace andhappiness," he wrote in 1934. And, "When the wrong path of humanity leadsit to a wild, destructive state, the atoms suffer much grief."2.
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1 week ago | 
3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny
Tell me Something I don't Know Don't tell me the earth's a sphere and the sun's kiss amounts to half-day terminal bliss with a dark end, or that seasons have to do with angles, mystics have to do with angels, and lovers are about orbiting passions, that pulse like binary stars across light years and come in telescopes Don't tell me the wind's a metaphor for a longing to fill vacuums that sometimes spit typhoons or that cardinals seen in the high reaches of cherry trees are no more sublime...
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1 week ago | 
3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny
Whispering NightOne clear night while the others slept, I climbed the stairs to the roof of the house and under a sky the rolling crests of it raked by the wind, becoming like bits of lace tossed in the air. I stood in the longwhispering night, waiting for something, a sign, the approach of a distant light, and I imagined you coming closer, the dark waves of your hair mingling with the sea, and the dark became desire, and desire the arriving light.
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1 week ago | 
3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny
By Jim Culleny Solitary Vireoand while you're there some old lady grabs your arm and points: Vireo, she says, vireo. Jesus, you think, but you're tired,while the woman reads to you from her book: A common migrant in most of the East. Loud song of short, varied phrases repeat See-me, hear me, here-I-am. by Amy Dryansky from How I Got Lost So Close to Home Alice James Books, 1999 Enjoying the content on 3QD? Help keep us going by donating now.
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2 weeks ago | 
3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny
Instrument, 1865The thick elms and cottonwood of the bluff still bore the scars of battle that had raged in this place four long years before. Trunks of trees had been stripped of bark and splintered by cannon shot. Branches had been torn from the canopy of maple above, and their loss gave the trees an aspect both unbalanced and misshapen. Six months before, at Centralia, he vowed he would never surrender.
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2 weeks ago | 
3quarksdaily.com | Jim Culleny
Words Are Everything Elseour first teacher? survivalher reward? evolutionfleeing the sabretooth we cried out in fearothers heard it as warning. so we were harried into languagewhere we found bricks for a palacenow we doubly dwell creatures of eventsyet inhabitants of a house of mysteryby Nils Peterson Enjoying the content on 3QD? Help keep us going by donating now.
