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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Dekos Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-03-22 | | I know they gave you knives to replace the small soft fingers that used to paint on soft paper and now carve And that your eyes so deeply engaged with your mind (for learning) studied instead the topography of anger and other "ographies" of wounding Is there a way out without giving up this dark, chiseling art that has been your companion and armament in a world they made more dangerous by bringing you into it Ultimately you are the weapon of your creators (not robotic though still following their instructions) Do you really crave an emotional solstice an even-ing of the dark and light that flows like ink and paper through the poetic blades of your sharpener Or do you prefer this turbulent swimming breaking the surface for only the occasional gasp of air and god and self I know you swim casually with the shark of your past (this supple, crucial conspirator) and how he efficiently shreds those you cannot willingly victim on your own and though you feed always second you continue to grow for your talent is no plankton-grubbing whale it requires meat and blood and cartilage and when none arrives you have been known to feed it chunks of your own corpse (yes, I too know the secret sacrifice of that which is already dead) So in th end you alone decide to become your own emotional equinox But then what to do with these fingery knives when the arrival of the next lover calls for caresses
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