Looking, Walking, Being
"The World is not something to
look at, it is something to be in."
Mark Rudman
I look and look.
Looking's a way of being: one becomes,
sometimes, a pair of eyes walking.
Walking wherever looking takes one.
The eyes
dig and burrow into the world.
They touch
fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor.
World and the past of it,
not only
visible present, solid and shadow
that looks at one looking.
And language? Rhythms
of echo and interruption?
That's
a way of breathing.
breathing to sustain
looking,
walking and looking,
through the world,
in it.
poem by Denise Levertov
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Walking In The Air
Sweeping low over an ocean deep
Rousing up a mighty monster from his sleep
Were walking in the air
Were dancing in the midnight sky
Were walking in the air
Were floating in a moonlit sky
The people far below
Are sleeping as we fly
Im holding very tight
Im riding on the midnight blue
Im finding I can fly so high above with you....
Free as we can be
Above the sleeping world
As far as I can see
(all is a dream)
All across the world
The villages go by like dreams
The rivers and the hills
The forests and the streams
Children gaze
Open mouthed
Taken by surprise
Nobody
Down below
Believes
Their eyes
Were surfing in the air
Were swimming in a frozen sky
Were drifting over ice
And mountains floating by
Free as we can be
Above the sleeping world
As far as I can see
All is a dream
Were walking in the air
(walking in the air)
Were dancing in the midnight sky
(dancing in the sky)
And everyone who sees us
Greets us as we fly
Were walking in the air...
Walkin in the air...
Were walking in the air
Walkin in the air
Were walking in the air
Were walking in the air
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Walking Away
Cold winds blow around me,
And I cant help but think of you.
All the things we wanted,
All the things we had to do.
Wrap yourself around me,
We can steal away sometime.
Your whispers surround me,
But its only in my mind.
cuz Im walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things that just wont last.
You got what you wanted,
But you cant help but think of me.
All the things you wanted,
All the things you got for free.
One thing to remember
Is that I have feelings, too.
I surely would have closed my eyes
If I had known the real you.
cuz Im walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things that just wont last.
And Im walking away from,
Walking away from things that move too fast.
cuz Im walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things that just wont last.
And Im walking away from,
Walking away from things that move too fast.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past...
song performed by by Information Society
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Goodbye Mine M.j.
A "Stranger in Moscow" told me that you've gone!
But is it true that you've gone my M.J.?
And with tears in my eyes I say goodbye my M.J.
You who feeds the eyes and the ears
And has graced our African soil
But why did you have to go, you "Smooth criminal"
When you know "They don't care about us"
Tell me, who will "Heal the world"?
Who will make it a better place for us?
Who will give to the poor once and again to their necessity?
Who will be there for them in their anguish and pain?
O', know you not that admired you are of those that hate you most
And did you have to go; or where you too lonely?
But you said "We're the world" that "You are not alone"
Then why did you have to go? And did you leave another "Thriller"
If no, then why choose to be "The man in the mirror"
Thus dirge and elegy now met in my heart. Why?
"Do you remember the time" we first met in my dream
And "The way you make me feel" with your "Childhood"?
Oh king of pop, my M.J., "I want you back"
And you "Got to be there" for me on my birthday
To sing me your song, "Don't stop till you get enough"
While "Rockin Robin and Ben" "Off the wall" till they "Scream"
For your love is magical because you're angelica
You are so wonderful because you're beautiful
You are indispensable because you're irreplaceable
And now I see the "Liberian girl" cry because you're "Speechless"
And upon our bodies the nighted color of mourning you. Why?
Alas death! Why taketh him away when all that look on him yet not satisfied?
O', let not the world lose another "Michael Jackson".
Michael I love you "Yesterday, today and forever."
May the spirit light your way
Through the land of the shadow
To the halls of eternal peace. Amen.
In the cabinet of my imagination, in the treasury of my reason, in the registry of my conscience, and in the council chamber of my thought, there shall you live forever.
I LOVE YOU MINE M.J.
poem by Lightcheerful Briggs
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Celebates
They must not wed the Doctor said,
For they were far from strong,
And children of their marriage bed
Might not live overlong.
And yet each eve I saw them pass
With rapt and eager air,
As fit a seeming lad and lass
As ought to pair.
For twenty years I went away
And scoured the China Sea,
Then homing came and found that they
Were still sweet company.
The Doctor and the Priest had banned
Three times their wedding ties,
Yet they were walking hand in hand,
Love in their eyes.
And then I went away again
For years another score,
And sailored all the Spanish Main
Ere I returned once more;
And now I see them pass my gate,
So slow and stooped and grey,
And when I asked them: "Why not mate?"
"We do," they say.
"No priest and village bells we need,
No Doctor to approve;
The Lord has wedded us indeed
With everlasting love.
How wonderful to understand
The working of His will!
Lo! We are walking hand in hand,
And sweethearts still."
poem by Robert William Service
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Stay Mine
(Jean-Paul Maunick / Graham Harvey / Stephen Pert)
There were moments in my past
I couldn't tell right from wrong
Getting lost along the way in places I did not belong
I couldn't see a way to turn myself around
so deep my confusion
Until the day you woke up my senses
showed me happiness was not just an illusion
Since you came into my life
I've been caught in a world of ecstasy
For the first time in all my days
I feel like I'm walking on solid ground
Stay mine, stay mine
Getting by just on my own
Always been my intention
Now sitting here waiting by the phone
I realise how much I needed this emotion
Every time I get the chance I'm gonna let you know
how you complete me
I put away all my defences
all the love I got
I give to you completely
Since you came into my life
I've been caught in a world of ecstasy
For the first time in all my days
I feel like I'm walking on solid ground
Stay mine, stay mine, got to stay mine
Now you've got to know, you're the top of my list
One the one the one the one, my number one
There's no doubt in my mind, baby you're the one
One the one the one the one the one
Since you came into my life
I've been caught in a world of ecstasy
For the first time in all my days
I feel like I'm walking on solid ground
Ever since you came into my life
I've been caught in a world of ecstasy
For the first time in all my days
I feel like I'm walking on solid ground
Stay mine, stay mine, got to stay mine
stay mine, sugar honey baby
One the one the one, my number one
One the one the one the one the one
song performed by by Incognito
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Switchblades & Infidelity
Walking out on the show was walking out on you
And walking out on you was the best thing that I ever did.
Last night I saw my world explode.
Well, Im looking out at you obscured by the stand up arcade
And the sound of the descendents.
Your smile reminds me of swtichblades and infidelity.
Last night I saw my world explode.
song performed by by Fall Out Boy
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Switchblades And Infidelity
Walking out on the show was walking out on you
And walking out on you was the best thing that i ever did.
Last night i saw my world explode.
Well, im looking out at you obscured by the stand up arcade
And the sound of the descendents.
Your smile reminds me of swtichblades and infidelity.
Last night i saw my world explode.
song performed by by Fall Out Boy
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Walking Town
One foot after the other
One place pretty much like another
Some folks got a pretty good deal
Some are just looking for their next meal
Out here where the days go by
And the glances never meet the eye
It's a walking town
And I'm just out here walking 'round
Walking 'round this walking town
You got a house on top of a hill
And a powerful automobile
The windows up, the AC high
In a world of comfort speeding by
Stressed out in the latest style
How long has it been since you walked a mile
In yours or anybody else's shoes
Well, in any life there will be dues
It's a walking town
And I'm just out here walking 'round
Walking 'round this walking town
Walking up, walking down
Walking back, walking 'round
Walking mute, walking bound
Walking through your walking town
One foot on the concrete shore
One foot in the human sea
Night falls on the streets of the city
And it falls over you and me
And all our dreams and our descriptions
Of the life this was supposed to be
Drift above the rooftops and the houses
Until the sunlight finds me where I lay
And it's a walking town
And I'm back out here walking 'round
Walking 'round this walking town
Lyrics by Jackson Browne
Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin McCormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young
(Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP; Eye Cue Music, ASCAP; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, BMI; Bateria Music, ASCAP; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ASCAP)
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Walking With The Kid
Were going out on sunday afternoon
Were gonna show the world what were made of
Me & my buddy will be dressed to kill
Well cruise to the playgroung & the park
Gonna fool aroung til it gets dark
If you think well have some fun well you know we will
All of oursecrets
You know were gonna keep em hid
When we get home theyll wanna know
Everything we did
Walking with the kid
Walking with the kid
Were known around the neighborhood
Yeah we got a real reputation
The bad guys all respect us cause were family
Were not afraid of anything at all
Cause we can handle any situation
If my partner gets in trouble well its up to me
All our friends are envious
Though theyll never let it show
Sure enough later on
Everyones just gotta know
What we were
What we did
Walking with the kid
Walking with the kid
Walking, talking one on one
Walking, walking with my son
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Sonnet V: Nothing But No
Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"?
How falls it out so strangely you reply?
I tell ye, Fair, I'll not be answer'd so,
With this affirming "No," denying "Aye."
I say, "I love," you slightly answer "Aye";
I say, "You love," you pule me out a "No";
I say, "I die," you echo me an "Aye";
"Save me," I cry, you sigh me out a "No";
Must woe and I have nought but "No" and "Aye"?
No I am I, if I no more can have;
Answer no more, with silence make reply,
And let me take myself what I do crave.
Let "No" and "Aye" with I and you be so;
Then answer "No," and "Aye," and "Aye" and "No."
poem by Michael Drayton
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Cooling Life
What happen
World today...?
I don't no...
What happen
At street...?
I don't no...
What happen
With you and your's...
I don't no...
Some more...
Sincer
Breathing
With walking
Dead
Body's...
Live in
The world...
With simply
Cooling life...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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One World
"The worlds in which we live are two
The world 'I am' and the world 'I do.'"
The worlds in which we live at heart are one,
The world "I am," the fruit of "I have done";
And underneath these worlds of flower and fruit,
The world "I love,"--the only living root.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Madrigal
(To Miss May Forshall.)
HE shouts amain, he shouts again,
(Her brother, fierce, as bluff King Hal),
"I tell you flat, I shall do that!"
She softly whispers " 'May' for 'shall'!"
He wistful sighed one eventide
(Her friend, that made this Madrigal),
"And shall I kiss you, pretty Miss!"
Smiling she answered " 'May' for 'shall'!"
With eager eyes my reader cries,
"Your friend must be indeed a val-
-uable child, so sweet, so mild!
What do you call her?" "May For shall."
poem by Lewis Carroll
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For A Thirteenth Birthday
You have read War and Peace.
Now here is Sister Carrie,
not up to Tolstoy; still
it will second the real world:
predictable planes and levels,
pavement that holds you,
stairs that lift you,
ice that trips you,
nights that begin after sunset,
four lunar phases,
a finite house.
I give you Dreiser
although (or because)
I am no longer sure.
Lately I have been walking into glass doors.
Through the car windows, curbs disappear.
On the highway, wrong turnoffs become irresistible,
someone else is controlling the wheel.
Sleepless nights pile up like a police record;
all my friends are getting divorced.
Language, my old comrade, deserts me;
words are misused or forgotten,
consonants fight each other
between my upper and lower teeth.
I write "fiend" for "friend"
and "word" for "world",
remember comes out with an "m" missing.
I used to be able to find my way in the dark,
sure of the furniture,
but the town I lived in for years
has pulled up its streets in my absence,
disguised its buildings behind my back.
My neighbor at dinner glances
at his cuffs, his palms;
he has memorized certain phrases,
but does not speak my language.
Suddenly I am aware
no one at the table does.
And so I give you Dreiser,
his measure of certainty:
a table that's oak all the way through,
real and fragrant flowers,
skirts from sheep and silkworms,
no unknown fibers;
a language as plain as money,
a workable means of exchange;
a world whose very meanness is solid,
mud into mortar, and you are sure
of what will injure you.
I give you names like nails,
walls that withstand your pounding,
doors that are hard to open,
but once they are open, admit you
into rooms that breathe pure sun.
I give you trees that lose their leaves,
as you knew they would,
and then come green again.
I give you
fruit preceded by flowers,
Venus supreme in the sky,
the miracle of always
landing on your feet,
even though the earth
rotates on its axis.
Start out with that, at least.
poem by Lisel Mueller
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The Bird of Paradise
Here comes Kate Summers, who, for gold,
Takes any man to bed:
"You knew my friend, Nell Barnes," she said;
"You knew Nell Barnes -- she's dead.
"Nell Barnes was bad on all you men,
Unclean, a thief as well;
Yet all my life I have not found
A better friend than Nell.
"So I sat at her side at last,
For hours, till she was dead;
And yet she had no sense at all
Of any word I said.
"For all her cry but came to this --
'Not for the world! Take care:
Don't touch that bird of paradise,
Perched on the bed-post there!'
"I asked her would she like some grapes,
Som damsons ripe and sweet;
A custard made with new-laid eggs,
Or tender fowl to eat.
"I promised I would follow her,
To see her in her grave;
And buy a wreath with borrowed pence,
If nothing I could save.
"Yet still her cry but came to this --
'Not for the world! Take care:
Don't touch that bird of paradise,
Perched on the bed-post there!' "
poem by William Henry Davies
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On Cheating The Fiddler
"Then we will have tonight!" we said.
"Tomorrow- may we not be dead?"
The morrow touched our eyes, and found
Us walking firm above the ground,
Our pulses quick, our blood alight.
Tomorrow's gone- we'll have tonight!
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Mind Song
You do not see where I am.
Nor where I have been.
Only the shadow...
of my have been.
In fullness of alternative realities
I live and wonder quest dream.
In sights mind sound
a world by blind unseen.
Where few dare flare
alas leavened of life.
Have ever been.
I live with mindsong.
The hand of yesterday’s child
passing over dimension’s evolving
change reaches out to touch me.
Lingering in spirit moods relics
dusted alive from out the past.
The hand of tomorrow
reaches back to grasp enfold
lift carry. Dust off dulled eyes
with dreams wonder yet unborn.
Clasp unfastened at intervals
gives sight images beyond
between interposing door.
I am child of both future past.
Walking at one through byways. Lanes
linking both ever in my present.
Walking onward with a Heartbeat Apart
just out of step sequential time.
Resting on a moments difference.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mourning Period
Wash the remain of midnight grief
Put a make up on your pale face
And wear the best black gown
Head on the consoling words
Accept their sympathy smile
And white handkerchief on the hand
Though the sky becomes dark
Though the air becomes cold
Keep breathing, keep breathing
Though the rain starts falling
Though the tear is following
Keep walking, keep walking
The flowers in full blossom
The candles dance in silence
And the picture of you smiling in the middle
Though the world goes distant
Though the night will be alone
Keep struggling, keep struggling
Though the voice is trembling
Though the sorrow is gnawing
Keep reaching, keep reaching
When the soil finally closed
The people slowly singing
Farewell, farewell
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Grandfather Says
"Sit in my hand."
I'm ten.
I can't see him,
but I hear him breathing
in the dark.
It's after dinner playtime.
We're outside,
hidden by trees and shrubbery.
He calls it hide-and-seek,
but only my little sister seeks us
as we hide
and she can't find us,
as grandfather picks me up
and rubs his hands between my legs.
I only feel a vague stirring
at the edge of my consciousness.
I don't know what it is,
but I like it.
It gives me pleasure
that I can't identify.
It's not like eating candy,
but it's just as bad,
because I had to lie to grandmother
when she asked,
"What do you do out there?"
"Where?" I answered.
Then I said, "Oh, play hide-and-seek."
She looked hard at me,
then she said, "That was the last time.
I'm stopping that game."
So it ended and I forgot.
Ten years passed, thirtyfive,
when I began to reconstruct the past.
When I asked myself
why I was attracted to men who disgusted me
I traveled back through time
to the dark and heavy breathing part of my life
I thought was gone,
but it had only sunk from view
into the quicksand of my mind.
It was pulling me down
and there I found grandfather waiting,
his hand outstretched to lift me up,
naked and wet
where he rubbed me.
"I'll do anything for you," he whispered,
"but let you go."
And I cried, "Yes," then "No."
"I don't understand how you can do this to me.
I'm only ten years old,"
and he said, "That's old enough to know."
Zeroing In
"I am a landscape," he said.
"a landscape and a person walking in that landscape.
There are daunting cliffs there,
And plains glad in their way
of brown monotony. But especially
there are sinkholes, places
of sudden terror, of small circumference
and malevolent depths."
"I know," she said. "When I set forth
to walk in myself, as it might be
on a fine afternoon, forgetting,
sooner or later I come to where sedge
and clumps of white flowers, rue perhaps,
mark the bogland, and I know
there are quagmires there that can pull you
down, and sink you in bubbling mud."
"We had an old dog," he told her, "when I was a boy,
a good dog, friendly. But there was an injured spot
on his head, if you happened
just to touch it he'd jump up yelping
and bite you. He bit a young child,
they had to take him down to the vet's and destroy him."
"No one knows where it is," she said,
"and even by accident no one touches it.
It's inside my landscape, and only I, making my way
preoccupied through my life, crossing my hills,
sleeping on green moss of my own woods,
I myself without warning touch it,
and leap up at myself -"
"- or flinch back
just in time."
&nbs p; ; "Yes, we learn that.
It's not a terror, it's pain we're talking about:
those places in us, like your dog's bruised head,
that are bruised forever, that time
never assuages, never."
poem by Denise Levertov
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