Eduardo has challenged poets to post a page from their notebooks. I think it'd be much more fun to see actually pictures of the pages, but hey, my scanner is packed up and my camera is out of batteries, so I'll just go with the general flow (maybe they all have electronic notebooks?) Mine seems a lot shorter than some of them... it's because my notebook is quite small.
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Boys an’ beans boys an’ beans, boy knickers boy knickers beans beans beans.
I went to kindergarten and I did a painting. A dragon. But there wasn’t much yellow. Only a little bit. I’m gonna see Kyra tomorrow, but she won’t push me. She might be bigger now. I’ve got boy knickers. They’ve got cars on them. There wasn’t much yellow. Only a little bit. I need to get some more yellow. There’s strawberries out there!
You shake light particles
from your hair
fine dust
raining over us.
A new study by a pair of theorists in Sweden describes how swirling clouds of atoms could slug down all nearby light, making them as black as their astronomical cousins.
Light
has broken free
and hurtles aimlessly
through time
the breath of stars
that have long since faded
the gentle corralling of rays
Tiny tornadoes within wispy clouds of gas, they would snag photons through their remarkable ability to slow light pulses.
a fluid flow can drag light along with it.
We can linger a thousand times
weight is as solid
“An aesthete is unsettled at so much grace, a believer communicating with his god, a philosopher overtaken by a memory from his reading.”
Let us discover a new road to Damascus