Iron Flowers.
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coondrie ex Iron Flowers.
lxe.
By the rain and the flare,
short-term memories burn, trains depart and meander.
People share the air,
people share whatever they cannot surrender
in the blacktop arena
of the blueprint of heavens unfolding slow;
in the land they are harvested in,
iron flowers grow.
Tell a retaliation,
pass the eye in return. Mount Carmel is silent.
You're an avian ray turn
in a stained glass mosaic, insided, incited.
Cries of doves outbreaking,
calls of hawks, forest left to embrace the unknown.
Kids are rowan tree branches.
Firs are curving the flame, pines implant in the stone,
the Aquarius's river
swashes swiftly its waves as a thunderbolt blaster
with a flash to deliver
fast as ever desired; desiredly, faster.
People share the glare
not at all for a fear or smile - keep it easy;
taking flags to beware (ware)
dizzy answers to questions almost equally dizzy.
So useless and sneezy
time is morphing the faces of land-morphing mentors.
You're an avian ray turn,
lantern,
chalk-encircled bird in the center
of the blacktop arena -
an undoubted phantom.
By the rain and the glare,
short-term memories burn, words depart in a letter.
People share the air,
people share whatever they manage to scatter
in the blacktop arena
of the blueprint of heavens unfolding slow;
in the land they are harvested in,
iron flowers grow.
Original/early: mirandagluk.diary.ru/p40225999.htm
The canonical/performed text is shorter (the third stanza out of the original five is omitted).
coondrie ex Iron Flowers.lxe.By the rain and the flare,
short-term memories burn, trains depart and meander.
People share the air,
people share whatever they cannot surrender
in the blacktop arena
of the blueprint of heavens unfolding slow;
in the land they are harvested in,
iron flowers grow.
Tell a retaliation,
pass the eye in return. Mount Carmel is silent.
You're an avian ray turn
in a stained glass mosaic, insided, incited.
Cries of doves outbreaking,
calls of hawks, forest left to embrace the unknown.
Kids are rowan tree branches.
Firs are curving the flame, pines implant in the stone,
the Aquarius's river
swashes swiftly its waves as a thunderbolt blaster
with a flash to deliver
fast as ever desired; desiredly, faster.
People share the glare
not at all for a fear or smile - keep it easy;
taking flags to beware (ware)
dizzy answers to questions almost equally dizzy.
So useless and sneezy
time is morphing the faces of land-morphing mentors.
You're an avian ray turn,
lantern,
chalk-encircled bird in the center
of the blacktop arena -
an undoubted phantom.
By the rain and the glare,
short-term memories burn, words depart in a letter.
People share the air,
people share whatever they manage to scatter
in the blacktop arena
of the blueprint of heavens unfolding slow;
in the land they are harvested in,
iron flowers grow.
Original/early: mirandagluk.diary.ru/p40225999.htm
The canonical/performed text is shorter (the third stanza out of the original five is omitted).
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Date: 2015-10-12 07:13 am (UTC)На рабочей группе я их буду читать вместе, после "Незнакомки" и вместо заказанных "Трех свиданий" ("именно ящик, и именно черный!").
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Date: 2015-10-12 09:00 am (UTC)Слово "предмет" ("объект", "предложенное") в языке закрепилось, а слово "подмет" ("субъект", "подлежащее") - нет (кроме словосочетания "подметные письма", вряд ли связанного с понятием "подписи" и "авторства" прямо; письма получаются подкидные-переводные, а не подложные).
Жаль, что не успел спросить у Миранды, с какой целью собирают стальные цветы там, где они растут: чтобы привезти их туда, где они не растут, - или чтобы очистить от них то пространство, где они растут?
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Date: 2015-10-15 09:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-15 02:07 pm (UTC)