http://writerswork.yuku.com/forums/13 en-us Copyright 2006, Yuku feeds@yuku.com (FeedMaster) webmaster@yuku.com (WebMaster) Sat, 06 Aug 2005 04:51:15 GMT Yuku Feeds 1.0 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 60 http://static.yuku.com//feed/bypass/images/button-yuku.png http://writerswork.yuku.com/forums/13 Yuku - free hosted forums and profiles 88 31 {pics-1.1 "http://www.icra.org/ratingsv02.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (nz 1 vz 1 lz 1 oz 1 cz 1 ) "http://www.rsac.org/ratingsv01.html" l gen true for "http://yuku.com" r (n 0 s 0 v 0 l 0 )) Search Domain q http://yuku.com/search/direct/ http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/87/t/Eve-s-Discourse.html with a grunt
or a kick.
Where are you hiding,
where have you fled with your wild box
full of hearts,
and your stream of gunpowder?
Where are you now;
in the ditch where all dreams are finally tossed,
or in the jungle's spidery web
where fatherless children dangle?

I miss you,
you know I do--
as myself
or the miracles that never happen--
you know I do?
I'd like to entice you with a joy I've never known,
an... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (rua51) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/87 Sat, 06 Aug 2005 04:51:15 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/88/t/The-Moon.html or in capsules every two hours.
It's useful as a hypnotic and sedative
and besides it relieves
those who have had too much philosophy.
A piece of moon in your purse
works better than a rabbit's foot.
Helps you find a lover
or get rich without anyone knowing,
and it staves off doctors and clinics.
You can give it to children like candy
when they've not gone to sleep,
and a few drops of moon in the eyes of the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (rua51) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/88 Sat, 30 Jul 2005 20:13:01 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/89/t/America.html Give back the people you took.

Let the sun shine again
on the four corners of te world
you though of first but do not
own, or keep like a convenience.

People are your own word, you
invented that locus and term.

Here, you said and say, is
where we are. Give back

what we are, these people you made,
us, and nowhere but you to be.


Robert Creeley ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dj houston) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/89 Mon, 25 Jul 2005 16:57:39 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/90/t/Flat.html they are like shells the skulls have risen out of them
like locusts
leaving faces in them but cold immobile
heavy with tears
they are like clouds and are so sick of us us
so furious with us they swear next time
when we come back if they can they will spring up
and our faces will
empty
next time they will soar like clouds and dissolve
and not touch us it is morning
our heads thrown back in agony

the pillows are going... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dj houston) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/90 Sun, 17 Jul 2005 05:52:52 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/91/t/The-Female-and-the-Silence-of-a-Man.html The Female and the Silence of a Man
(c.f. W.B. Yeats' "Leda and the Swan")


And now she knows. The big fist shattering her face.
Above, the sky conceals the sadness of the moon.
And windows light doors close, against all trace
of her: She falls into the violence of a woman's ruin.

How should she rise against the plunging of his lust?
She vomits out her teeth. He tears the slender legs... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dj houston) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/91 Sat, 09 Jul 2005 05:20:55 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/92/t/What-Makes-the-Grizzlies-Dance.html
June and finally the snowpeas
sweeten in the Mission Valley.
High behind the numinous meadows
lady bugs swarm, like huge
lacquered fans from Hong Kong,
like the serrated skirts
of blown poppies,
whole mountains turn red.
And in the blue penstemon
grizzly bears swirl
as they gaily bat the snaps
of color against their ragged mouths.
Have you never wanted to spin like that
on hairy, leathered feet
amid the swelling... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dj houston) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/92 Wed, 06 Jul 2005 13:42:27 GMT http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/93/t/LEARNING-TO-READ-by-Francis-E-Harper-1825-1911-.html Came down and set up school;
But, oh! how the Rebs did hate it,--
It was agin' their rule.

Our masters always tried to hide
Book learning from our eyes;
Knowledge didn't agree with slavery--
'Twould make us all too wise.

But some of us would try to steal
A little from the book,
And put the words together,
And learn by hook or crook.

I remember Uncle Caldwell,
Who took pot-liquor fat
And greased the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (dj houston) http://writerswork.yuku.com/topic/93 Sun, 18 Apr 2004 00:37:57 GMT