Wednesday, August 12, 2020

lolita lana del rey

Would you be mine, would you be my baby tonight?
Could be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine
'Cause I like you quite a lot, everything you got, don't you know?
It's you that I adore, though I make the boys fall like dominoes

Kamala Harris


Winter Trees BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

Winter Trees

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.

sorrow song BY LUCILLE CLIFTON

sorrow song

for the eyes of the children,
the last to melt,
the last to vaporize,
for the lingering
eyes of the children, staring,
the eyes of the children of
buchenwald,
of viet nam and johannesburg,
for the eyes of the children
of nagasaki,
for the eyes of the children
of middle passage,
for cherokee eyes, ethiopian eyes,
russian eyes, american eyes,
for all that remains of the children,
their eyes,
staring at us, amazed to see
the extraordinary evil in
ordinary men.

Lucille Clifton, "sorrow song" from Next: New Poems. Copyright © 1987 by Lucille Clifton. Reprinted with the permission of BOA Editions, Ltd.
Source: Next: New Poems (BOA Editions Ltd., 1987)

O you afflicted one, Tossed with tempest, and not comforted,

O you afflicted one,
Tossed with tempest, and not comforted,
Behold, I will lay your stones with colorful gems,
And lay your foundations with sapphires.
12 I will make your pinnacles of rubies,
Your gates of crystal,
And all your walls of precious stones.
13 All your children shall be taught by the Lord,
And great shall be the peace of your children.
14 In righteousness you shall be established;
You shall be far from oppression, for you shall not fear;
And from terror, for it shall not come near you.
15 Indeed they shall surely assemble, but not because of Me.
Whoever assembles against you shall fall for your sake.
16 “Behold, I have created the blacksmith
Who blows the coals in the fire,
Who brings forth an [a]instrument for his work;
And I have created the [b]spoiler to destroy.
17 No weapon formed against you shall prosper,
And every tongue which rises against you in judgment
You shall condemn.
This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord,
And their righteousness is from Me,”
Says the Lord.

An Invitation to Abundant Life

55 “Ho! Everyone who thirsts,
Come to the waters;
And you who have no money,
Come, buy and eat.
Yes, come, buy wine and milk
Without money and without price.
Why do you [c]spend money for what is not bread,
And your wages for what does not satisfy?
Listen carefully to Me, and eat what is good,
And let your soul delight itself in abundance.
Incline your ear, and come to Me.
Hear, and your soul shall live;
And I will make an everlasting covenant with you—
The sure mercies of David.
Indeed I have given him as a witness to the people,
A leader and commander for the people.
Surely you shall call a nation you do not know,
And nations who do not know you shall run to you,
Because of the Lord your God,
And the Holy One of Israel;
For He has glorified you.”

Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 54:16 Or weapon
  2. Isaiah 54:16 destroyer
  3. Isaiah 55:2 Lit. weigh out silver

Wednesday, August 5, 2020

i just knew it!


Andrei Mironov Ostrov nevezeniya

Весь покрытый зеленью, абсолютно весь
Остров невезения в океане есть
Остров невезения в океане есть
Весь покрытый зеленью, абсолютно весь
Там живут несчастные люди-дикари
На лицо ужасные, добрые внутри
На лицо ужасные, добрые внутри
Там живут несчастные люди-дикари
Что они ни делают, не идут дела
Видно в понедельник их мама родила
Видно в понедельник их мама родила
Что они ни делают, не идут дела
Крокодил не ловится, не растёт кокос
Плачут, Богу молятся, не жалея слёз
Плачут, Богу молятся, не жалея слёз
Крокодил не ловится, не растёт кокос
Вроде не бездельники и могли бы жить
Им бы понедельники взять и отменить
Им бы понедельники взять и отменить
Вроде не бездельники и могли бы жить
Как назло на острове нет календаря
Ребятня и взрослые пропадают зря
Ребятня и взрослые пропадают зря
На проклятом острове нет календаря
По такому случаю с ночи до зари
Плачут невезучие люди-дикари
И рыдают, бедные, и клянут беду
В день какой неведомо, в никаком году

God is dead