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paranoia

Private moments
public
your illicit thoughts
my sins
universal slander.

– Leonov

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    Poem: PC

    Well-intentioned efforts
    ill-conceived
    detoxify
    the malignant semantic powers
    of the term.

    – Marya Ophir

    Word play from The Manufacture of Madness

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      will to power

      inexhaustible
      formation and dissolution
      feudal struggles
      little kingdoms
      dreams of empire
      conflicts of proximity
      nomadic herders
      meet and slaughter
      sedentary city dwellers
      an interminable succession of wars
      capture and carnage
      extermination of population
      destruction and pillage and plunder
      ransom and slavery
      deportation for the lucky.

      – Marya Ophir

      A little bit more word play from the introduction to Silk Road: Monks, Warriors & Merchants.

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        road to iris

        fire the imagination
        a wave of travelers
        well-off retired amateur devotees
        young seekers of adventure
        sporting ascetics
        on foot, on bicycle, on horse
        with or without companion
        mystical of temperament
        and bewitched by deserts
        romantic dreamers
        seekers of a bygone age
        fleers of civilization
        modern nomads
        symbols of liberty.

        – Marya Ophir

        A slight bit of word play from the introduction to Silk Road: Monks, Warriors & Merchants.

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          four directions

          East is the sun.
          It is red, sacred fire, blood, life,
          and success.

          West is the moon.
          It is black, full of old souls,
          and death.

          North is the cold.
          It is blue and purple, trouble
          and defeat lay that way.

          South is the warmth.
          It is white, peace, happiness
          and may you find yourself there.

          – Marya Ophir

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            Hidden Shrine

              Suffused
              with the golden glow of imagination
              a scene of
              stillness
              solitariness

              divine mind
              steeped and transfigured
              by the dream-like vision
              of the fairest natural landscape

              villages slumber
              on calm water
              lapped in a green hollow

              Diana
              lingers by the lonely shore
              and haunts these woodlands wild

              under precipitous cliffs
              a small crater-like hallow
              of the mountain side
              where Nemi is perched
              stands a scared grove
              a sanctuary

              a grim figure prowls
              far into the night
              sword drawn
              priest
              and murderer.

            Some word play following from page 1 of sir James George Frazer’s The Golden Bough.

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