"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Saturday, March 19, 2016


I know what it's like to be a stranger,
Frequently feeling endangered,
Picked over by predatory cultures,
Thirsting under circling vultures.
Life’s autumn brings dread and no respect,
Scorn meted out by the usual suspects,
Every disease, changed up into overdrive,
Street racing a futile will to survive.
Living forever is just a way of wanting more
Than grace’s gift of ten years plus three score,
And the rest of the world whispers leave us,
We don't want you here, old white men grieve us.

The photograph shows El Beso de la Muerte (Kiss of Death),
a sculpture located at Barcelona's Poblenou Cemetery.

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