Reification
For instance,
a triangle will be perceived in picture A,
although no triangle
has actually been drawn
In the same manner
must you look
at the illusory contours
of my being
through its
fingertips
Through the hairs of my skin
you must find
the wholeness of my body
these toes
these locks of hair
must you feel
everything that loves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Schoolchildren Singing Particle Man
Particle man, particle man
Doing the things a particle can
Whats he like? its not important
Particle man
Is he a dot, or is he a speck?
When hes underwater does he get wet?
Or does the water get him instead?
Nobody knows, particle man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates particle man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
Universe man, universe man
Size of the entire universe man
Usually kind to smaller man
Universe man
Hes got a watch with a minute hand,
Millenium hand and an eon hand
When they meet its a happy land
Powerful man, universe man
Person man, person man
Hit on the head with a frying pan
Lives his life in a garbage can
Person man
Is he depressed or is he a mess?
Does he feel totally worthless?
Who came up with person man?
Degraded man, person man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates person man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Particle Man
Particle man, particle man
Doing the things a particle can
Whats he like? its not important
Particle man
Is he a dot, or is he a speck?
When hes underwater does he get wet?
Or does the water get him instead?
Nobody knows, particle man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates particle man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
Universe man, universe man
Size of the entire universe man
Usually kind to smaller man
Universe man
Hes got a watch with a minute hand,
Millenium hand and an eon hand
When they meet its a happy land
Powerful man, universe man
Person man, person man
Hit on the head with a frying pan
Lives his life in a garbage can
Person man
Is he depressed or is he a mess?
Does he feel totally worthless?
Who came up with person man?
Degraded man, person man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates person man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Bermuda Triangle
Music by Barry Manilow
Lyrics by Bruce Sussman & Jack Feldman
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We decide to get away
And have some fun
Book a room and catch a flight
For two weeks in the sun
She says, "Hawaii's too expensive."
I say, "Barbados isn't bad."
She says, "I'd love to see Bermuda."
And I say, "Woman, are you mad!"
Bermuda Triangle
It makes people disappear
Bermuda Triangle
Don't go too near
But she
Doesn't see my angle
And she thinks I'm being dumb
So Bermuda Triangle
Here we come!
Lying with my woman on
The island sand
I look up and see her with
A stranger, hand in hand
I see her sitting on his blanket
I see them going for a swim
And when I run to find my woman
I find her running after him!
Bermuda Triangle
Makes my woman disappear
Bermuda Triangle
Don't go too near
Looking
At it from my angle
Do you see why I'm so sad
Bermuda Triangle
Very bad!
Lying lost and lonely on
The island sand,
When a lovely stranger says
Hello and takes my hand
And soon she's sitting on my blanket
And then we're going for a swim
When I say, "what about your boyfriend?"
She turns and waves goodbye to him!
Bermuda Triangle
It makes people disappear
Bermuda Triangle
Don't go to near
But look
At it from my angle
And you'll see what I'm so glad
Now Bermuda Triangle
Not so bad!
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Love triangle
How do you face him?
When you are facing me
you see two, forgetting theres three
you look at him but you look at me.
you have access to the door handle
believing you are inside the right angle
I make up the numbers in this triangle
and you know I can not open the doors
so you come to my side
when he doesnt come to yours
you have put him in a place he doesnt know hes in
in a love triangle its a game the cheater doesnt win
blow out your unlit candle
because theres three sides to a love triangle
oh before you go. wash your hands with the finest soap
because he cant see me and i cant see him
but you can see us both
you cant love two people. you cant.
If anyone says you can... ill still say you cant.
I dont want to touch you making sure know one sees
I dont wanna be sixty...
making up one hundred and eighty degrees.
you still dont understand do you?
because even if we were in this triangle alone
there`d still be another corner
because this triangle is a three person home
poem by Daniel McCann
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Love Tangle
(ronnie scott/steve wolfe)
Producers for bonnie: david mackay, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Its a love tangle
Something we dont understand
More than a triangle
Billy, me, bobby and ann
We dont understand
Billy he loves me
But, I just dont love him
Cause I only love bobby
But bobby loves ann
Ann she loves billy
But his eyes are on me
But I only see bobby
But bobby loves ann
Weve got ourselves a love tangle
Something we dont understand
More than a triangle
Billy, me, bobby and ann
Looks like a love tangle
Something we dont understand
More than a triangle
Billy, me, bobby and ann
We dont understand
Like a love story
With the final page missing
Its a four-way heartbreaker
Cause bobby loves ann
Weve got ourselves a love tangle
Something we dont understand
More than a triangle
Billy, me, bobby and ann
Looks like a love tangle
Something we dont understand
More than a triangle
Billy, me, bobby and ann
We dont understand
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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The Auld Triangle
A hungry feeling
Came oer me stealing
And the mice were squeeling
In my prison cell
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal
Oh! to start the morning
The warden bawling
Get up out of bed, you! and clean out your cell!
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal
Oh! the screw was peeping
And the loike was sleeping
As he lay weeping
For his girl sal
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal
On a fine spring evening
The loike lay dreaming
And the sea-gulls were wheeling
High above the wall
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal
Oh! the wind was sighing
And the day was dying
As the loike lay crying
In his prison cell
And that auld triangle went jingle-bloody-jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal
In the womens prison
There are seventy women
And I wish it was with them
That I did dwell
Then that auld triangle could go jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the royal canal
song performed by by Pogues
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Bermuda Triangle
Written by bob welch.
I guess youve heard about the bermuda triangle
Theres something going on
Nobody seems to know just what it is
And the airforce wont let on
It might be hole down in the ocean
Yeah or a fog that wont let go
It might be some crazy people talking
Or somebody that we ought to know
Down in bermuda, the pale blue sea
Way down in the triangle, its easy to believe
Now heres one
You see strange shapes in moonlight
And shadows in the night
They said that wingtip seemed to brush their faces
And strangers stole their sight
Way down in the triangle
Where the sea was smooth as glass
Giving you one answer to a question
That you never thought youd ask
Ah down in bermuda, in the pale blue sea
Way down in bermuda, yeah its easy to believe
Down in the triangle, its easy to believe
They came from galveston
They came from new orleans
And then from bloomington, and delaware
The used st. petersburg, they came from tampa
And then from mexico, it doesnt matter where
They all completely share,
All of those ships and planes,
A great big mystery that cannot be explained,
Down in bermuda, in the pale blue sea
Your feeling safe in your harbour
And everything seems certain
Right next to palm beach and key biscane
Behind a velvet curtain
But then the moon goes grey with worry
And the sea turns a pale white
You better believe something strange is going on tonight
Down in bermuda, ah, the pale blue sea
Bermuda triangle, yeah, its easy to believe
Down in the triangle, its easy to believe
They came from galveston
They came from new orleans
And then from bloomington, and delaware
Bermuda, the pale blue sea
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Triangle
Oh the gist of it all is the first day of fall is the day when my ship will set sail
The best of all friends will say good-bye again theres still time for one last glass of ale
Well sail away proudly, our backs to the wall on a southwind and lots of good cheer
And when weve looked over the white cliffs of dover, well be in bahama next year
From bermuda on down the triangle around us will teach us a lesson or two
Theres many a mate who unevenyly stated the course he had charted was true
Dont worry bout me, he said go down below, give a certified sailor a turn,
Just sip on your rum or Ill give you my thumb and say, son you got something t learn!
Its a mighty hard way to come down
And a mighty fine way to be found
So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship
Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips
With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips
Oh the best of all things is the first day of spring when when the water runs heavy and fast
The mermaids have all gone to davy jones ball
And it seems their first trip was their last
They had so much fun
They dont wish to return
To the beach where they lay all day long
Theyd rather stay under
And boy its no wonder
When all the rock lobsters roll on
Its a mighty fine way to be found
Triangle triangle
Oh see my ship dangle
Were bound for bahama my friend
Like lovers like danger
Like babies like mangers
But thats where my storybook ends
Like soldiers of fortune, believers in god
And all kings without crosses to bear
All sweepers and cleaners
With no misdemeanors
Should try the triangle out there
Its a mighty hard way to come down
And a mighty fine way to be found
So hand me my grip
From an old sailing ship
Put the kiss of dawn on my lips
With some luck tonight
I might have her at my fingertips
When she took her last tumble
The sea bottom rumbled
There was no confusion or blame
The captain said men we must answer again to the sea so ye may not complain
And as they lay sleeping down there in the deep
With their faces turned up to the stars
A tuna fish turned
To a mermaid in bed and said
There goes another sandbar
Its a mighty hard way to come down
And a mighty fine way to be found
So hand me my grip
From an old sailing ship
Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips
With some luck tonight
I might have her at my fingertips
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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The debris
The triangle laughed at the circle,
“You aren’t as sharp”
The circle retorted, “You aren’t symmetrical either.”
“Your path is not straight, ” said the triangle.
“Yours have abrupt turns, ” said the circle.
A quarrel serves detecting demerits
And leaving debris of pleasantness.
16.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To The Other World
try standing naked by this mirror
see yourself to every detail
look closer to your eyes
count the waves of your eyelashes
open your mouth and see how many teeth you have
all white, pure white lining up on your pink gums
feel your lips with your fingertips
feel the pulp the flesh of the lower lip
to the upper lip
touch your hair
do not imagine them all black
closely they are not at all
move a little bit closer and see your body
this beautiful human body
flesh, contours, curves, some muscles
the whole of your skin wrapping
everything in your body holding them all
nothing falls, on this erect body, this
god before you, standing steel-like with dignity
in front of the mirror
do not claim you have seen your soul with your eyes
do not lie
be honest to yourself now,
alone, you are alone, do not imagine
any god, any soul, any spirit,
just be honest,
touch your body with your hands
feel the joy of having this body
your body, pinch a part of it to feel
not pain, but just to feel that you are alive,
do you ever ask what made these parts stay as one?
look again at the mirror of this stature
your body, it is you, touching your body
take a hammer, and destroy the mirror
shatter everything to pieces
this is the world without a mirror
there is nothing to reflect you now
nothing to imagine, it is you, the real you
do you ever ask now, where is that other world?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Maternity
There once was a Square, such a square little Square,
And he loved a trim Triangle;
But she was a flirt and around her skirt
Vainly she made him dangle.
Oh he wanted to wed and he had no dread
Of domestic woes and wrangles;
For he thought that his fate was to procreate
Cute little Squares and Triangles.
Now it happened one day on that geometric way
There swaggered a big bold Cube.
With a haughty stare and he made that Square
Have the air of a perfect boob;
To his solid spell the Triangle fell,
And she thrilled with love's sweet sickness,
For she took delight in his breadth and height -
But how she adored his thickness!
So that poor little Square just died of despair,
For his love he could not strangle;
While the bold Cube led to the bridal bed
That cute and acute Triangle.
The Square's sad lot she has long forgot,
And his passionate pretensions . . .
For she dotes on her kids-Oh such cute Pyramids
In a world of three dimensions.
poem by Robert William Service
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A piece of wall can be visually disintegrated from the whole into a separate triangle by plunging a diagonal of light from edge to edge on the wall; that is, side to floor, for instance.
quote by Dan Flavin
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Touch
The house of the body
is a stately manor
open for nothing
never to the public.
But
for the owner of the house,
the key-holder-
the body swings open
like Ali Baba's mountain
glistening with soft gold
& red jewels.
These cannot be stolen
or sold for money.
They only glisten
when the mountain opens
by magic
or its own accord.
The gold triangle of hair,
its gentle ping,
the pink quartz crystals
of the skin,
the ruby nipples,
the lapis
of the veins
that swim the breast. . .
The key-holder
is recognized
by the way he holds
the body.
He is recognized
by touch.
Touch is the first sense to awaken
after the body's little death
in sleep.
Touch is the first sense
to alert the raw red infant
to a world of pain.
The body glimmers
on its dark mountain
pretending ignorance of this.
poem by Erica Jong
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The Triangle Of Your Body
In my dream I saw
The triangle of your body
Then I kissed on it
But afterward I woke up
It has driven me crazy
poem by Asif Andalib
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X6
the manner of perfection is always
the meeting of what is up there
and down here, for instance...
man &
God, and that is on the higher plane
but there is more to this kind of
philosophy,
even in the basest manner of making love,
the fusion of two lips
the collisions of two pelvic bones
tongue
to tongue
in and
out
body to
body
soul to
soul
more likely but
the point is
there is more ecstasy
for the lips to
reach down the tips
of the toes
God
stepping down
to crucifixion
to find
Man
heaven's tongue
to earth's
feet,
the sharp rods of
thunder
piercing the
crevices of
the earth
the fingers of the sun
caressing
the roots of grass
the man
bending between
the legs
of the woman
on the floor
the carpets crawl
on the carpets
the ceiling drops
undressed
the moon finally
rest on the marshes
how a goddess
resigns
from its
cloud throne
to have a tryst
with the horny
faun
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Palindrome - All seeing eye that misses nothing
all seeing eye that misses nothing
and triangle; it's enclosing mystery
of deadly snake that enters then
night covering the womb of darkness,
awakening more than eye
and gold like cages enclosing angels
entrance guarding my temple of sleep
soul knows all in secret:
as soul breaks all locks
and locks all breaks soul,
as secret in all knows soul
sleep of temple, my guarding entrance,
angels enclosing cages like gold
and eye than more awakening,
darkness of womb the covering night
then enters that snake, deadly
of mystery, enclosing it's triangle;
and nothing misses that eye seeing all.
poem by Patti Masterman
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You Come This Morning And Touch My Weakness
you two come this morning
searching the secret place in my body where my weakness lies
you gaze at me, like both of you are siamese twins
you scan my skin, you listen carefully to the beatings of my heart
you move your nose trying to figure out the smell
of that secret place
you frisk me, you strangle my hair hoping to find the secret
between the locks of my hair
on top of my forehead and behind the skull covered with
thick skin,
you try so hard to find what i am
what you find is what i am not because your hearts are hardened
by what you are not, in all the years that we have parted
i also listen to the beatings of your hearts
and in there there is no more sound of compassion
this time you must leave, i am locking my door.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Does It Feel
I know that youre out there
Knowing that theres someone out here thinkin of you
In your heart and in your mind
I know there is no doubt that someone loves you
And I know that you know
That Ill be waiting here when you have need of me
And when the world has chained you down
I know you know my love will set you free
How does it feel to know that someone loves you
How does it feel to know that someones always thinkin of you
Oh and how does it feel to know that someone puts no one above you
How does it feel to know that someone loves you, someone loves you
I have come to know and love you
Like Ive never known or loved another
Words have not been made
That could describe these feelings we have for each other
And I would go to any length
To let you know at all times that I care
cause I want you to know
That any time you reach for me youll find me there
How does it feel to know that someone loves you
How does it feel to know that someones always thinkin of you
Oh and how does it feel to know that someone puts no one above you
How does it feel to know that someone loves you, someone loves you
Someone loves you, how does it feel to know it
Someone loves you, how does it feel to know that someone
Loves you, someone loves you, how does it feel, how does it feel
How does it feel to know that someone loves you
Somebody loves you, how does it feel, how does it feel
How does it feel to know that someone loves you
Someone loves you, somebody loves you
Somebody loves you, how does it feel to know it
Somebody loves you
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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D9
the better answer
to a better question
is a better question
look at the first
it is never better
without the second
that is the rule
and then the third
comes into the
picture claiming
to be the best
at this triangle
each one must submit
for in this rule
one has got to be
the best
one is good and
the other is better.
now do not talk
about what is
or who is bad
that is not the point.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Four Women
Nina simone
My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is wooly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
Its been inflicted again and again
What do they call me
My name is aunt sarah
My name is aunt sarah
My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me
My name is siffronia
My name is siffronia
My skin is tan
My hairs alright, its fine
My hips invite you
And my lips are like wine
Whose little girl am i?
Well yours if you have some money to buy
What do they call me
My name is sweet thing
My name is sweet thing
My skin is brown
And my manner is tough
Ill kill the first mother I see
Cos my life has been too rough
Im awfully bitter these days
Because my parents were slaves
What do they call me
My
Name
Is
Peaches
song performed by by Nina Simone
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