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From: Radhika Gajjala <radhika-AT-cyberdiva.org>
Subject: ..
Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 08:29:52 +0500



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making peace
making quiet
inside my head

i stretch out my hand
and touch my mirror
my monitor screen

babies in my lap
with the persons they will become
looking out of their eyes

real?
imagined/imaged?
virtual......?
realimaginedvirtualrealimaginedvirtual.....
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> Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2003 04:24:39 EDT
> Subject: Re: ...spin awhile
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> 
> > wonderment out here in space the quiet is it peaceful or scary? 
cease 
> > the questions for a while nothing more void-like is a cousin 
of that 
> > feeling up in the air in an almost pleasurable way the gentle 
sway of 
> > the day in contrast to when not could feel another question brewing 
> > or doing what it needs to be born actually it was at least an 
embryo 
> > and now has a twin however now both for a moment forgotten a kind 
> > return of oblivion always or nearly so resistant to good or bad 
byes 
> > reflected in our eyes and our....
> 
> I kept thinking of those endless cities of the imagination, Italo 
> Calvino 
> stories of dreams and hopes and aspirations, and somehow I knew the 
> space 
> was no 
> longer quiet, but roaring, alive, 1001 nights burning in the midnight 
> sun so 
> peaceful, so scary when the ice cracks and the glacier groans and the 
> hibernating bear of imagination turns over and over turns innui, 
> the killer,
> the 
> silent, secret upwelling inside that creeps forth at dawn, the false 
> dawn, the 
> eternal dawn that never occurs but reoccurs and answers back, an 
> echo, an 
> afterthought, a plea reflected and in our eyes...
> 
> [c 2003 thomas fortenberry]







   

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