Discovery

I've made a new friend. Through him I've learned of this organisation - take a look. take many!

http://www.waronwant.org/attachments/afghanistan_the_great_game_war_on_want.pdf

blindfolded+ running: no more

FLAG: From 30,000 feet up, looking down, it seems nothing is hiding. Actually, there's an entire dimension you can't see until you hit the ground with a splash. Then you can see what must be done and a new, sprinting motivation bursts outwards in every direction fueled on its own fuel.

SEMI-OBSESSIVE-LISTENING: Still beats and bars music!

POETRY? Much, something I can do to help

Finland isn't where I need to be.

Mirror-Lake

After Leda and the Swan

She’s
Lashes; tail-flicking
Cashing-in on the cock
of a swan-head – a bill in her direction
malted teaser, he sees her
and takes; plucks her
clean

She’s
Crossed; he came
Across a lost child, prayers
Skirting her lips in rich O’s, unknows
The stark revere of the flinch
Of crossed legs. Biting,
Her necklace
Snaps

At The Swan

After Leda and the Swan

Pith on each edge of each mouth in The Swan

approaching as your lashes

tail-flick.

Seasoned, thin

Skirted, you secretly think you

can take anything these days. You’ve been

shrinking

thinner through the decades,

and still spitting

feathers. Then I take-

Quick

A drink? Scotch;

Cutty Sark, then you

Limp, listening.

Followed,

you blush and

you kneel and you

grin to recall:

Flapping.

GOBBLE-DI-GOOGLE

"You could say that all we're doing, really, is replicating someone else's thoughts. And aren't we soon to be replaced by machines? I don't think so. Here is the sublime first sentence of Orhan Pamuk's Istanbul: Memories of a City as rendered by Google Translate: "A place in the streets of Istanbul, similar to ours in a different house, with everything I like, twin, or even exactly the same, starting from childhood lived another Orhan a corner of my mind I believed for many years." - Maureen Freely, The Guardian [http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/nov/28/maureen-freely-translation-orhan-pamuk?INTCMP=SRCH]

I've been fishing for Finnish flash-fiction and pieces of poetry. Found on the webosphere? All in finnish, un-englished; fresh. Food for thought: a calling? Perhaps in years I'll fill my tongue with the language. Google's garbled word-by-word begs my mercy right now, and I can but grant.

What happens when a writer is re-read and presented by a programme?

Risto Rasa - "Koira tulee illalla"

The dog comes in the evening
home.
When it rotates in place
and fall asleep,
begins at its heart the heat spread
rooms

MONDAY

FLAG: the "night before" wraps Tuesday in patterned paper: it's been done before, but I've never unwrapped this one before; an apple-core

SEMI-OBSESSIVE-LISTENING: Snippets of songs I recall from Beats and Bars

POETRY? phase of prose

Keep smilin'

Reeling?

...and Writhing;

A module: We read

old stories, Responding to

them, in poetry

All poems labelled "Reeling"

Are from that quite mighty class!

FLAG: No Fowl Moods Here.

SEMI-OBSESSIVE-LISTENING: STILL Devendra Banhart "a ribbon", and "at the hop", and Arcade Fire Funeral

POETRY? Eyes out for open mic nights in dorset!

Keep smilin'