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Saturday, November 16th, 2013
The other day upon the stair
I met a boy who didn't care.
Again today he didn't care.
And by the way, his name's Pierre.
posted evening of November 16th, 2013: Respond
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Friday, November 15th, 2013
Jeremy Osner
Los sueños más extraños, los
que uno no recuerda
(ni ha nunca podido recordar
ni pide que los recuerde), de esos mismos
indescriptibles
se componen los arquetipos
que en la imaginación
se van siempre confluyendo
hasta formar la imagen del mundo
que uno la concibe y percibe
que uno en sus pasos la lleva
dÃa por dÃa:
mientras se mueve
se está en viva.
No se pueden realmente
describir, no en terminos
humanos.
posted evening of November 15th, 2013: Respond
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Thursday, November 14th, 2013
unresponsive like this inky page before you
like your heavy-lidded gaze
framing the text.
unresponsive
like the blankness of the page that I approach,
like ash to the flame.
insensate reality.
luxurious islands
of syntax and semantics
floating on the page beneath you
gaze out
upon this scintillating jungle
of sensibility
posted evening of November 14th, 2013: 2 responses
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Monday, November 11th, 2013
Jeremy Osner
No tengo ni Dulcinea
ni Beatrice
lloró
el poeta solitario
y no pudo recordar
cual cosa sea
musa.
No Dulcinea have I
nor Beatrice
wept
the lonesome poet
and he could not recall
what thing is
"muse."
posted evening of November 11th, 2013: Respond
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Thursday, October 31st, 2013
by Jeremy Osner
This gap between myself and me
What is it then?
This existential synapse of identity-
What can I do
To bridge it or to broaden it, uncaring?
To deepen my sense of dissociation from self
Estrangement, alienation, dislocation, discomfort, disquiet-
Like a varicolored skein i unravel.
posted evening of October 31st, 2013: 1 response
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El camino abajo
por Jeremy Osner
Seguà el camino a través del campo.
No más
estaba adentro-
tócame melodia mientras camino la senda abajo:
tócame melodÃa
mientras detrás de mà dejo rastro.
Se hace camino al andar-
pero se necesita también
persón silencioso,
alguien al lado del camino
que mira mientras uno se aleja.
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Saturday, October 26th, 2013
(por Jeremy Osner)
posted evening of October 26th, 2013: 2 responses
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Thursday, October 24th, 2013
(by Jeremy Osner) 
posted evening of October 24th, 2013: 1 response
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Friday, October 18th, 2013
This is what my next book is going to look like. It consists of poetry prompted by images in Mute Unfolding; the first poem is called "Beginnings" and consists of first lines. These lines are the first lines of the poems in the remainder of the book; and the last poem, "Endings," consists entirely of the last lines of the interior poems strung together.
posted evening of October 18th, 2013: 1 response
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Saturday, October 12th, 2013
A reading of one of the longer pieces from Analogies for Time, which is now available at the Kindle Store, and priced to move!
posted evening of October 12th, 2013: Respond
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