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January 15, 2005
All day , yeterday, I was like a kid, with his first bike, exited, I felt, free, extended, like I could reach, further, further, this is such a liberating tool, I am exited. As ever, due to generosity of Cyrus, making the web page for me, actually allowing me, to co-exit, piggy backing, his site. THANKS Mr. Keaton. I posted some more poetry today. They are a bit deeper, a bit more graphic, as Cyrus would say, the description, is blow by blow. Well, thats the way, I try to paint you images, as percise, as I can, and see. I like to see some comments, I like to know if these convoluted pieces of jagged words, do make a trace on your psyche. In most of the pieces, the focus is relationships, women, and men, how they feel about their exile, their alianation, loneliness, love, and how they come to express that in relation to each other. From Samuel, Jean paul, waiting for Albert, in Paris at noon, (incidehtly, Mahnaz might find that interesting, since, Jean paul used to be one of her favorite philosopher), to The contemporory man's, woman, that comes across, empowered, and calculating, they all are characters, that I have seen, observed, and maybe co-existed with. Am I reaching you,....., hello,.........HmmmmPosted by Idinraha at January 15, 2005 09:59 AM