We all have a drum in our chest from the moment we're born. I think music where the tempo is faster than the heartbeat excites you and music that is slower than the heartbeat calms you down. We all have a constant rhythmic beat going on, whether or not you hear it, it's continuing. You feel it all the time whether you acknowledge it or not. - Tom Waits, Thrasher Magazine
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sanctify us by your grace - for mom
a long time ago just yesterday
when the river runs wild
beating one heart slow
a mother saw her child step one step closer to the dreamworld
she watched and let the anger go to let the grandchild grow
she listened and learnt knowing it would be best if the night unfurled
there was talk about the fathers, the grandfathers
how time does speak in the silences we keep
sanctifying us by your grace
. . . received a scanner as a gift (thanks!!!) and have just tested it out . . . this cover image: 'Of Yellow' is a polychromatic transcription of the sonnet 'Voyelle' by Arthur Rimbaud. vowels have been replaced with blocks of colour according to the schema described in the sonnet itself: 'A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu: voyelles. All other letters, commas and spaces are grey. the image has apppeared on the cover of Sulfur 44 (Spring 1999).
Thoughts, wrote Nietzsche, are shadows of our feelings: always darker, emptier, and simpler than these. And the written word, it strikes me, is but a shadow of our thoughts. 
