Is it worth while to observe that there are no Venetian blinds in Venice?
quote by William Dean Howells
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Venice Drowning
Venice breathing, shiny shoe mirrors of sex and violence,
In the purple evening silence, venice dreaming of a partner.
Fill your arms with breasts of marble, from the cradle to the table
Coax this naked treasure, from your saviour.
Come swim into my love
Come swim into my life
Divine blasphemer tempting, holly beads of jism
With a scarlet catechism, her lips will answer
(ah, her lips will answer)
How to be, the perfect stranger, the perfect lover - wanting
And as youll discover - giving, and as youll discover - being.
Come swim into my love
Come swim into my life
Enter this sublime corrosion
Venice drowning in emotion
-
(the body stirs, and is reanimated, only briefly,
But then life is very brief)
(come swim into my life)
(come swim into my life)
(ah-ahh ah-ah ah-ah-whoo heyyey)
Venice drowning!
Venice drowning!
Venice drowning!
Venice drowning!
Venice drowning!
Venice drowning! (slowly disappearing..)
Venice drowning! (slowly disappearing..)
Venice drowning! (slowly disappearing..)
Venice drowning!.... (slowly disappearing..)
song performed by by Duran Duran
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One Tumbles Down
Power blinds, money blinds
And sex blinds. One tumbles down
Hunger blinds; so does revenge
Jealousy blinds. One tumbles down
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cobblestones
The coffin, set up as coffins always are, near the grave, contained the father. The sentence, set up as sentences always are, on the page, contained the words. The meat package, set up as meat packages always are, with cellophane covering, contained the chops. The synagogue, set up as synagogues always are, for people, contained the rabbi. The classroom, set up as classrooms always are, for chairs, contained the professor. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, beside the grave, contained the mother. The word, set up as words always are, beyond hearing, contained the syllables. The prose, set up as prose always is, in census-rectangles, contained the phenomena. The nation, set up as nations always are, in questionnaire rooms, contained the sworn. The can, set up as cans always are, with ornate paper covers, contained the chicken o’noodle soup, with the circular noodles. Abacus, guitar, and quipu, set up as abacus, guitar and quipu always are, hieratically on notional strings, contained tobacco’s troubadours. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, next to the grave, contained the sister. The elegy, set up as elegies always are, dishonestly, contained the family. The steak, set up as steaks always are, artificially reddened, contained the fat. The rectangular venetian blinds, set up as rectangular venetian blinds always are, in the windowframe, contained the slats. The DNA, set up as DNA always is, in double helixes, contained the and. The word people, set up as the word people always is, in writing, contained the o.
poem by Aaron Fogel
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Venice U. S. A.
Found myself, found myself
Oh, in a restaurant in venice
Found myself
Oh, in a restaurant in venice
I was talkin to my baby
In a restaurant down in venice
When I found myself
Down in venice
And Im cryin
But my tears, but my tears
Are filled with joy
And Im walkin in venice
And Im cryin
Chorus:
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
As Im leaving venice, as Im leaving venice
As Im leaving venice
All the streets are wet with rain
And in my memory, and in my memory
And in my memory
I remember it well
And I take a stroll
Oh, see the ships come sailing in
In the harbor in the harbor
Down in venice
And Im cryin
But my tears, but my tears
Are filled with joy
And Im walkin in venice
And Im cryin
Repeat chorus
Walkin in venice and Im cryin
Oh, as Im walkin in venice, walkin in venice
And Im cryin
Well, Im walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk walk, walk
Walkin in venice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I walk and I walk and I walk and I walk
Well, Im walkin in venice
I walk and I walk and I walk
And I feel you and I see you as Im walkin
Down in venice
Now sing a song, goes like this:
Repeat chorus & fade
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Those Years
those years of closed doors,
they must be over by now.
the days start to come in trickles
of light this early morning
bringing sweet memories of the moon
and the stars
the venetian blinds are dusted
molecules dance at the center stage
on such an immense light
as you sit and stare
and ponder like a new seed
breaking its own
shell
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Venetian Serenade
One would think purple and green couldn’t
work well together, unless you’re in Venice where,
tucked in at eventide, gondolas slumber in colorful
array, anticipating the new day, while the setting sun,
low on the horizon, lulls the lagoon to sleep,
lapping waves caressing, like the susurrus of
a Venetian lullaby. Royal purple tints the water,
as though The Master had dipped his brush in
Imperial Blue and with broad strokes blessed
the Grand Canal in benediction to the Medici.
But this blessing can’t last - this tribute to the gold
of Italy’s finest hour, this shimmering ideal reposing
in the dusky twilight of an age long past its glory,
hovering on the brink of a long summer day.
Too soon dawn will come clamoring, dragging
along the multitude: buyers and sellers
crashing through the pungent streets, snatching
at her life’s blood, scattering her precious jewels
like so much refuse until, at last, exhausted
and disillusioned, she folds her purple and green
into another sunset, sighs in weak submission,
and falls asleep once more to her Venetian serenade.
poem by Alicia Patti
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A Dream Gone By
where is the dream cottage
of the years
gone by?
that nook of cool trees
hidden in one of those valleys
that dog that sleeps on the bamboo slats
on that verandah that faces the
green lagoon
the road that goes upon a dead end
the hope of greenness
the lavender venetian blinds that you close
one cold evening?
the emptiness has caught us
and we do not look around anymore
confined in a room
thinking about the next worse thing
that we
expect shall happen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Newsreel Babies
Venetian blinds are crackling
I like the noise
Its got texture
Hit it again when Im mad
Close it again when Im sad
With the door closed Im a king
No questions
No answers
Dont like talking without reason
Whats the use if you stop feeling
All alone Im cynical to the tv
Newsmans making passes to newslady
Camera stops
Newsreel babies
I like to close all the doors
Make it dark
Make it cool
Come in and talk
Whatever you like
I dont mind if its something new
song performed by by INXS
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Morning Song
this is the song of
the pillow and the blanket
when you splash them
in the air and then
you fold the blanket
and put it on top
of each other and you
set them gently aside
this is the song of the
yellow green venetian blinds
when you pull the strings up
and you let in the light
this is the song of the doors
and the windows when you
unlock the knobs and open
them to let all the sounds of the
day enter your house
this is the whistle that comes
out from your throat when
you shape your lips like
a pout where good thoughts
are let in and then the notes
begin to fly like some birds
on a clear early morning sky
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cocky
at 4 a.m.
the cocks are getting
cocky
announcing
the arrival of a
satisfied
morning
everything is a yes
everybody is welcome
light penetrating
the shutters of the venetian
blinds
light filling the room
like cream
to the mouth and lips
the cocks are cocky as ever
now louder
and stronger
on voices to the skies
to a perfect morning
hail! hail! hail!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Come In From The Night
How many times have I seen you running;
Just one step ahead of the past?
So many nights have I seen it coming;
I try to talk to you when you pass.
I dont know who you were before I met you;
You keep your secret safe with a mask.
Its almost as though the truth is out to get you;
Youre just a runaway from the past.
Girl, weve got a love worth keeping.
Maybe theres a way to let it go.
Someday when your demons are sleeping,
Let me know, let me know.
Come out of the darkness, baby,
Come in from the night.
You can let the light
Wash it from your mind.
Open the blinds.
So many times have I seen you crying,
Never knowing what its about.
I do my best, I just keep on trying
To find a way inside to let it out.
Girl, weve got a love worth making.
It would be a shame to close the show.
Now you got a chance worth taking,
Let me know, let me know.
Come out of the darkness, baby,
Come in from the night.
You can let the light
Wash it from your mind.
Come out of the darkness, baby,
Come in from the night.
Open up your life,
Leave the past behind.
Open up the blinds.
song performed by by Chicago
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On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic
ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in fee;
And was the safeguard of the West: the worth
Of Venice did not fall below her birth,
Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty.
She was a maiden City, bright and free;
No guile seduced, no force could violate;
And, when she took unto herself a mate,
She must espouse the everlasting Sea.
And what if she had seen those glories fade,
Those titles vanish, and that strength decay;
Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid
When her long life hath reach'd its final day:
Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade
Of that which once was great is pass'd away.
poem by William Wordsworth
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Way Down
Chorus:
Way down
Way down it must be
I cant stop this misery
It must be way down
Spring is just a smile away
Laughing at a summer day
Turn around look at fall
Winter, hear my lonely call
Way down ...
The air is thin and the sky is fat
Im gonna buy me a brand new hat
Wear it out and go insane
Christ, I hope it never rains
Way down ...
Thought I saw a neon sign
Flash my name wiwh the time
Probably didnt see a thing
Crazy dreams and a broken wing
Way down ...
How ya gonna get sunshine
Peeking thru venetian blinds
Dont you know all that fear
Begins and ends the same place
Here
Way down ...
song performed by by John Prine
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About Your Day
go to the sea
listen to the waves
focus on the white foams
follow the sea gulls
ride a boat
see the colors of the fish
feed them with your hands
and feel
agility, and know
how the corals
breathe
inside the office
you are surrounded by venetian blinds
your light is the bulb
your sound is the beeping phones
you are beside a heap of papers
pile of books
your partner is the personal computer
you chat at noon
and wish for sleep too soon
inside sleep
run as fast as you can
chase your dreams
catch them
all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Are Blind
The greed blinds one.
The pride blinds one.
So does the lust.
So does the rage.
(36.04.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Kristina has been to the Maldives but never to Venice, and I have been to Venice but never to the Maldives.
quote by Roger Moore
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It's not the beauty of a woman that blinds the man, the man blinds himself.
A Memory Of Moon & Water
I can still touch
with the fingertip of memory
your Venetian laughter
losing itself in the mist
of Myth & History
here where
Past & Present
are one
& my lips kiss your lips
& your heart under my hand
trembles
like a tiny frightened bird
that would fly away into
a Future
that neither of us know
as yet
only the beauty
of the moment
the simple thrill
of your hand
held in mine
held still
in a forever of time
the trace of your
Venetian laughter
a memory of moon
& water.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Observe It and Believe
Release the tension in that grasp you have.
Let go and let God complete the task.
Just ask your spiritual guides to clear your path.
Material things you have wont last!
Don't be afraid,
If the importance of your past...
Seems to be fading fast.
A new day is dawning...
To remove all masks.
And reveal the light you hold within!
A fresh awareness upon us all begins.
Observe it and believe.
With faith you will witness your happiness increase.
Observe it and believe.
A higher conciousness comes for you to receive.
Observe it and believe.
All conflicts seen from you will leave.
Observe it and believe.
The energy within you,
Has given you breath to breathe.
Inhale and exhale.
Do this quietly.
Observe it and believe...
God wants to free you from all lies and deceit!
Observe it and believe,
He has come to comfort!
He has.
Let go and let God complete the task.
Don't be afraid,
If the importance of your past...
Seems to be fading fast.
Let go and let God complete the task,
To bring upon you everlasting happiness.
Observe it and believe.
Expect this and receive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lazy Afternoon
around the four corners of these walls
i sit
still, my arms on the side of my body, my eyes staring at the ceiling,
my neck stiffens, and the door is closed,
the air conditioner hums the monotony of its sound
faithful to its functions,
the venetian blinds are half-open doubting the world outside
where busy people come and go without stopping
on a rush the cars flash a change of metallic colors,
i am astounded by this catastrophe of a world denying itself
of its much deserved-calmness
a slow motion could have been more beautiful
where teenagers meet and kiss, and there i want the world stopped.
the movie unfolds, and i do not want it to end.
i cannot sleep. There is more to be seen.
This is crazy. Thoughts flowing like a river and i am a boat without a rudder.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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