<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308</id><updated>2011-12-01T12:39:16.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>drifts of ice</title><subtitle type='html'>poems</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-8524281877564793409</id><published>2011-10-27T19:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:39:27.777+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://taichiheartwork.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-pure-becoming-without-measure.html"&gt;(2)&lt;/a&gt; a pUrl" bl"l"Omi ng \\ithout nwasurl', a ,"nitahll" I)('(-oming-mad,&lt;br /&gt;II hi{'h nevt'r rrsts. It moves in !,olh direct ions at onel'. It alwavs ('Jud.·s&lt;br /&gt;thl" pn's{'nt, causing future Jnd past, mon: ami less, too much' ,mil not&lt;br /&gt;l"nough to coincide in th(' Simultaneity of a re\x'Jlious matll"r.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-8524281877564793409?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/8524281877564793409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/8524281877564793409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-purl-bllomi-ng-ithout-nwasurl-nitahll.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-3005334509569339595</id><published>2011-10-24T09:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:22:22.035+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;awareness&lt;br /&gt;intensity&lt;br /&gt;invention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enactment&lt;br /&gt;attention&lt;br /&gt;imagining &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following &lt;br /&gt;establish &lt;br /&gt;primarily &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narrative&lt;br /&gt;civilized&lt;br /&gt;developed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;condition&lt;br /&gt;exhausted&lt;br /&gt;empowered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidenced&lt;br /&gt;motivated&lt;br /&gt;activated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threshing&lt;br /&gt;initially&lt;br /&gt;grappling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happening&lt;br /&gt;available&lt;br /&gt;everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remembers&lt;br /&gt;tolerates&lt;br /&gt;illusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estimated&lt;br /&gt;equipment&lt;br /&gt;plausible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;processes&lt;br /&gt;convinced&lt;br /&gt;relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gentleman&lt;br /&gt;connexion&lt;br /&gt;responded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potential&lt;br /&gt;forbidden&lt;br /&gt;instantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different&lt;br /&gt;expressed&lt;br /&gt;political&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions&lt;br /&gt;necessary&lt;br /&gt;seemingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;certainly&lt;br /&gt;inscribes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;associate&lt;br /&gt;lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;interests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venturing&lt;br /&gt;worldwide&lt;br /&gt;evaluates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;exceeding&lt;br /&gt;aforesaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-3005334509569339595?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3005334509569339595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3005334509569339595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2011/10/awarenessintensityinventionenactmentatt.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-3820648164830494125</id><published>2011-03-04T12:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:01:48.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wHMLChjSQFc/TXC3_qIsg_I/AAAAAAAAIIk/EXgADwNSq6w/s1600/e003.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wHMLChjSQFc/TXC3_qIsg_I/AAAAAAAAIIk/EXgADwNSq6w/s320/e003.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-3820648164830494125?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3820648164830494125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3820648164830494125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wHMLChjSQFc/TXC3_qIsg_I/AAAAAAAAIIk/EXgADwNSq6w/s72-c/e003.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-3717625973394891615</id><published>2010-05-06T17:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:20:51.303+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;consolidate the formal&lt;br /&gt;codify an ensemble&lt;br /&gt;expose the frivolity&lt;br /&gt;nurture a mind&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-3717625973394891615?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3717625973394891615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3717625973394891615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2010/05/consolidate-formal-codify-ensemble.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-5258946231073261390</id><published>2010-05-01T21:15:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:51:15.115+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The manifold between carries a destiny more than abstract: a scenic resonance &amp;ndash; fortunes of the other hand. A golden cage more or less fits the man: fabric of sensibility &amp;ndash; surfaces fitful, vulnerable, all but faded. After the advent an inebriation that rapture pervades: resplendent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-5258946231073261390?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/5258946231073261390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/5258946231073261390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2010/05/manifold-between-carries-destiny-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-4902680759333996342</id><published>2010-03-06T12:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:29:02.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;How strange:&lt;br /&gt;a weird assortment&lt;br /&gt;of hidden cornerstones.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-4902680759333996342?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4902680759333996342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4902680759333996342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-strange-weird-assortment-of-hidden.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-4917675743376364621</id><published>2010-03-01T17:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:13:22.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They have let go&lt;br /&gt;have in truth&lt;br /&gt;in newness&lt;br /&gt;conceived of such a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but sparkles&lt;br /&gt;and above all&lt;br /&gt;no clouds remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;paves the way&lt;br /&gt;makes no effort&lt;br /&gt;in its single aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-4917675743376364621?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4917675743376364621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4917675743376364621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-have-let-go-have-in-truth-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-8121389450670261906</id><published>2010-02-15T20:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:47:28.472+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he was immediate&lt;br /&gt;about his passion&lt;br /&gt;to make repeated trips&lt;br /&gt;not a week went by&lt;br /&gt;tree of life dripping&lt;br /&gt;in multicoloured wool&lt;br /&gt;like a dazzling trophy&lt;br /&gt;impassioned research&lt;br /&gt;over three thousand&lt;br /&gt;reflects the complexity&lt;br /&gt;madness and naivety&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-8121389450670261906?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/8121389450670261906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/8121389450670261906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-was-immediate-about-his-passion-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-3560097945022815201</id><published>2009-12-29T08:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:17:49.837+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To teach – to transcend possibility with branching inward present. As it spreads the essential knowing a natural code of relationship deeply grounded in an enfolding pale deference. The radical theorem – an imperfect marvel ends in poetry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-3560097945022815201?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3560097945022815201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3560097945022815201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-teach-to-transcend-possibility-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-8629656704806102570</id><published>2009-12-11T00:39:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:00:33.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Truth stands radiant – the erotic dimension where nothing happens. Let all this madness play an important social role. There is nothing at the end, yet what is born is part of the renewal, torn between. Still shining in your quiet mind, I was so moved I began blurting, you are not a stranger. What inner urges prompted the belief that keeps me homeless? Your failing ego brimming over with provocative humour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-8629656704806102570?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/8629656704806102570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/8629656704806102570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth-stands-radiant-erotic-dimension.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-4828004867657599357</id><published>2009-11-18T13:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:38:03.684+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;influencing rains&lt;br /&gt;saturated the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fields were&lt;br /&gt;a rich bog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bent at the waist&lt;br /&gt;thrust in small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strands to keep&lt;br /&gt;close-knit village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women in extended&lt;br /&gt;hard labour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gray skies&lt;br /&gt;the wet soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earth eager &lt;br /&gt;for the day&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-4828004867657599357?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4828004867657599357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4828004867657599357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2009/11/influencing-rains-saturated-fields-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-79871813879961105</id><published>2009-10-28T18:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:38:31.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;point of origin&lt;br /&gt;that would be&lt;br /&gt;when and where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon this page&lt;br /&gt;the brush stroke&lt;br /&gt;of all creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its own existence&lt;br /&gt;cradle of bones&lt;br /&gt;off of itself&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-79871813879961105?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/79871813879961105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/79871813879961105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2009/10/point-of-origin-that-would-be-when-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-1861076084906326083</id><published>2009-10-28T18:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:31:04.107+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;We inhale&lt;br /&gt;transplanting&lt;br /&gt;our tongues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we move thru&lt;br /&gt;glaciers, letting&lt;br /&gt;pure waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweep&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;the mind.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-1861076084906326083?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/1861076084906326083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/1861076084906326083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-inhale-transplanting-our-tongues-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-1076264163415850693</id><published>2009-09-30T19:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:00:44.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;accidentally average&lt;br /&gt;afterwards big&lt;br /&gt;almost colossal&lt;br /&gt;always fat&lt;br /&gt;angrily giant&lt;br /&gt;annually gigantic&lt;br /&gt;anxiously great&lt;br /&gt;awkwardly huge&lt;br /&gt;badly immense&lt;br /&gt;blindly large&lt;br /&gt;boastfully little&lt;br /&gt;boldly long&lt;br /&gt;bravely mammoth&lt;br /&gt;briefly massive&lt;br /&gt;brightly miniature&lt;br /&gt;busily petite&lt;br /&gt;calmly puny&lt;br /&gt;carefully short&lt;br /&gt;carelessly small&lt;br /&gt;cautiously tall&lt;br /&gt;cheerfully tiny&lt;br /&gt;clearly boiling&lt;br /&gt;correctly breezy&lt;br /&gt;courageously broken&lt;br /&gt;crossly bumpy&lt;br /&gt;cruelly chilly&lt;br /&gt;daily cold&lt;br /&gt;defiantly cool&lt;br /&gt;deliberately creepy&lt;br /&gt;doubtfully crooked&lt;br /&gt;easily cuddly&lt;br /&gt;elegantly curly&lt;br /&gt;enormously damaged&lt;br /&gt;enthusiastically damp&lt;br /&gt;equally dirty&lt;br /&gt;even dry&lt;br /&gt;eventually dusty&lt;br /&gt;exactly filthy&lt;br /&gt;faithfully flaky&lt;br /&gt;far fluffy&lt;br /&gt;fast wet&lt;br /&gt;fatally broad&lt;br /&gt;fiercely chubby&lt;br /&gt;fondly curved&lt;br /&gt;foolishly deep&lt;br /&gt;fortunately flat&lt;br /&gt;frantically high&lt;br /&gt;gently hollow&lt;br /&gt;gladly low&lt;br /&gt;gracefully narrow&lt;br /&gt;greedily round&lt;br /&gt;happily shallow&lt;br /&gt;hastily skinny&lt;br /&gt;honestly square&lt;br /&gt;hourly steep&lt;br /&gt;hungrily straight&lt;br /&gt;innocently wide&lt;br /&gt;inquisitively ancient&lt;br /&gt;irritably brief&lt;br /&gt;joyously early&lt;br /&gt;justly fast&lt;br /&gt;kindly late&lt;br /&gt;lazily modern&lt;br /&gt;less old&lt;br /&gt;loosely old-fashioned&lt;br /&gt;loudly quick&lt;br /&gt;madly rapid&lt;br /&gt;merrily short&lt;br /&gt;monthly slow&lt;br /&gt;more swift&lt;br /&gt;mortally young&lt;br /&gt;mysteriously abundant&lt;br /&gt;nearly empty&lt;br /&gt;neatly few&lt;br /&gt;nervously heavy&lt;br /&gt;never light&lt;br /&gt;noisily many&lt;br /&gt;not numerous&lt;br /&gt;obediently cooling&lt;br /&gt;obnoxiously deafening&lt;br /&gt;often faint&lt;br /&gt;only harsh&lt;br /&gt;painfully high-pitched&lt;br /&gt;perfectly hissing&lt;br /&gt;politely hushed&lt;br /&gt;poorly husky&lt;br /&gt;powerfully loud&lt;br /&gt;promptly melodic&lt;br /&gt;punctually moaning&lt;br /&gt;quickly mute&lt;br /&gt;quietly noisy&lt;br /&gt;rapidly purring&lt;br /&gt;rarely quiet&lt;br /&gt;really raspy&lt;br /&gt;recklessly resonant&lt;br /&gt;regularly screeching&lt;br /&gt;reluctantly shrill&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly silent&lt;br /&gt;rightfully soft&lt;br /&gt;roughly squealing&lt;br /&gt;rudely thundering&lt;br /&gt;sadly voiceless&lt;br /&gt;safely whispering&lt;br /&gt;seldom bitter&lt;br /&gt;selfishly delicious&lt;br /&gt;shakily juicy&lt;br /&gt;sharply ripe&lt;br /&gt;shrilly rotten&lt;br /&gt;shyly salty&lt;br /&gt;silenty sour&lt;br /&gt;sleepily spicey&lt;br /&gt;slowly stale&lt;br /&gt;smoothly sticky&lt;br /&gt;softly strong&lt;br /&gt;solemnly sweet&lt;br /&gt;sometimes tasteless&lt;br /&gt;soon tasty&lt;br /&gt;speedily thirsty&lt;br /&gt;stealthily fluttering&lt;br /&gt;sternly fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;successfully greasy&lt;br /&gt;suddenly grubby&lt;br /&gt;suspiciously hard&lt;br /&gt;swiftly hot&lt;br /&gt;tenderly icy&lt;br /&gt;tensely loose&lt;br /&gt;thoughtfully melted&lt;br /&gt;tightly plastic&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow prickly&lt;br /&gt;too rainy&lt;br /&gt;truthfully rough&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly scattered&lt;br /&gt;very shaggy&lt;br /&gt;victoriously shakey&lt;br /&gt;violently sharp&lt;br /&gt;vivaciously shivering&lt;br /&gt;warmly silky&lt;br /&gt;weakly slimy&lt;br /&gt;well smooth&lt;br /&gt;wildly soft&lt;br /&gt;yearly solid&lt;br /&gt;yesterday steady&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-1076264163415850693?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/1076264163415850693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/1076264163415850693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2009/09/accidentally-average-afterwards-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-568769546202951992</id><published>2009-09-28T21:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:28:59.927+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;               THE GREAT SPIRITUAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      He would&lt;br /&gt;                wrap his mind&lt;br /&gt;         in wine and sleep&lt;br /&gt;                     asleep but&lt;br /&gt;                  then&lt;br /&gt;stand up and write it down.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-568769546202951992?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/568769546202951992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/568769546202951992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-spiritual-he-would-wrap-his-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-4744862494893583481</id><published>2009-09-12T12:15:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:15:39.171+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;creative genius&lt;br /&gt;painted cloth&lt;br /&gt;fetal position&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-4744862494893583481?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4744862494893583481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4744862494893583481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2009/09/creative-genius-painted-cloth-fetal.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-7211078639870937103</id><published>2009-02-10T03:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T03:50:27.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>delicate task&lt;br /&gt;exceptional nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first sight&lt;br /&gt;human face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinuous lines&lt;br /&gt;tangible signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elegant restraint&lt;br /&gt;graphic freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numerous guises&lt;br /&gt;subtly blended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolific forms&lt;br /&gt;natural means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inextricably linked&lt;br /&gt;supreme act&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-7211078639870937103?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/7211078639870937103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/7211078639870937103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2009/02/delicate-task-exceptional-nature-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-3084358072871776803</id><published>2009-02-03T20:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:10:22.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and what improbable echo &lt;br /&gt;shaped this painful thinness&lt;br /&gt;a figurine hiding his face in his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people of the past found them&lt;br /&gt;abandoned hidden in rock crevices&lt;br /&gt;and bear witness to their advanced state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this harsh and awe-inspiring landscape&lt;br /&gt;they conceal at their heart the detritus of sacrificial rites&lt;br /&gt;whose disturbing beauty supplicates for rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnarled figures with arms raised to heaven&lt;br /&gt;each hewn with rough adze blows&lt;br /&gt;a corresponding variety of uses – and perhaps of meanings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-3084358072871776803?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3084358072871776803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3084358072871776803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-what-improbable-echo-shaped-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-1949323619733941598</id><published>2008-02-06T12:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:27:24.067+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrinking decongestant&lt;br /&gt;eliminating accumulated heat&lt;br /&gt;removing exogenous affection&lt;br /&gt;emptying one's mind of all distractions&lt;br /&gt;relieving stuffiness of the chest&lt;br /&gt;loosening flesh&lt;br /&gt;floating collateral channels&lt;br /&gt;running with tears&lt;br /&gt;clearing mind without any evil desires&lt;br /&gt;lucid dreaming&lt;br /&gt;adding fuel&lt;br /&gt;puncturing the points around the joint&lt;br /&gt;deep inserting&lt;br /&gt;moisturizing&lt;br /&gt;serving out one's apprenticeship&lt;br /&gt;instilling&lt;br /&gt;observing physique&lt;br /&gt;easing the mind&lt;br /&gt;soothing the nerves&lt;br /&gt;hypnotizing integrity&lt;br /&gt;prolonged and intense contemplating&lt;br /&gt;ascertaining the causes&lt;br /&gt;experimenting&lt;br /&gt;overstimulating&lt;br /&gt;inserting the needle&lt;br /&gt;moving the chi freely&lt;br /&gt;turning round all over&lt;br /&gt;throwing back (atavism)&lt;br /&gt;counter-abdominal breathing&lt;br /&gt;bringing down a fever&lt;br /&gt;inducing a sense of cold&lt;br /&gt;ventilating a person sensitive to nonphysical processes&lt;br /&gt;dredging the meridian passage&lt;br /&gt;dividing one into two&lt;br /&gt;acquiring messages preternaturally&lt;br /&gt;discerning objects not present to the eyes&lt;br /&gt;diagnosing the distance&lt;br /&gt;probing&lt;br /&gt;bending the knees slowly until squatting&lt;br /&gt;crooking one's arm&lt;br /&gt;pulling oneself together&lt;br /&gt;entering into a state of tranquility&lt;br /&gt;enhancing the normal sensation&lt;br /&gt;performing various manipulations&lt;br /&gt;deep-breathing exercises&lt;br /&gt;avoiding certain food&lt;br /&gt;leading to attack the focus&lt;br /&gt;gradual rooting&lt;br /&gt;direct lifting&lt;br /&gt;spellbinding&lt;br /&gt;becoming a monk or nun&lt;br /&gt;deviating&lt;br /&gt;practising mobile exercises in a wrong way&lt;br /&gt;preparing herbal medicine&lt;br /&gt;bringing the dying back to life&lt;br /&gt;posturing&lt;br /&gt;handing down in a direct line&lt;br /&gt;the yang principle is diminishing&lt;br /&gt;acting as pivot&lt;br /&gt;practising at midnight&lt;br /&gt;the inter-generating relationship&lt;br /&gt;stealing its maternal principle&lt;br /&gt;horse-riding stance&lt;br /&gt;making up a field of chi&lt;br /&gt;radiating sensations of softness&lt;br /&gt;inspecting of teeth&lt;br /&gt;evaluating the facial expression&lt;br /&gt;swallowing&lt;br /&gt;flourishing rather than restraining&lt;br /&gt;skeletonizing&lt;br /&gt;branching and rooting&lt;br /&gt;treating the principle&lt;br /&gt;mutual promoting&lt;br /&gt;manifesting a disturbance&lt;br /&gt;bone-setting&lt;br /&gt;referring to the edge&lt;br /&gt;brightening the vision&lt;br /&gt;maximal breathing capacity&lt;br /&gt;housing the umbilicus&lt;br /&gt;materializing&lt;br /&gt;a newly emerging branch&lt;br /&gt;taking in hand&lt;br /&gt;crystallizing by persistent practising&lt;br /&gt;voicing specific sounds&lt;br /&gt;studying exchange of message &lt;br /&gt;injecting a solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-1949323619733941598?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/1949323619733941598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/1949323619733941598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2008/02/shrinking-decongestant-eliminating.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-5294221336499264449</id><published>2007-12-18T16:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:35:16.902+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YAROK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three men in a room. One at the computer, preparing his latest book, on wilderness therapy, for publication. Another, reclining on a green sofa, speaks Russian on the telephone with his mother – discussing the merits of earthquake insurance. The third, sitting on another green sofa, arranged perpendicular to the first, dressed almost entirely in green, albeit three different shades, writes in a green notebook, a thick book of poetry open at his left side. The one speaking Russian, still on the telephone, sits up and stacks dirty but empty plates on the low coffee table, picking up olive stones. He finishes the conversation with his mother, a word of Hebrew creeping in "Tov," and takes his stack to the kitchen where he accidentally drops it a small distance, a word of English creeping in "Shit." The one at the computer uses the telephone now it is free. He speaks Hebrew. The word "Tov" is in evidence, as is the word "Epilepsia." He leans back in his chair as the one from the kitchen brings him a small handled glass filled with red tea – a sweetened Bedouin brew. He finishes his conversation, hangs up and taps his papers loudly in frustration. He has been at the computer for days. Deadlines. The third one, still sitting on the second green sofa, still writing, decides to stop and drink tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yarok&lt;/span&gt; means green in Hebrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tov&lt;/span&gt; means good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-5294221336499264449?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/5294221336499264449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/5294221336499264449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2007/12/yarok.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-6740657702664585370</id><published>2007-10-10T23:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:41:41.745+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Black Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleek &amp;amp; slender&lt;br /&gt;sidling through&lt;br /&gt;slant of sun light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a silhouette   tail hanging&lt;br /&gt;eyes yellow green pits&lt;br /&gt;seeking  leaping&lt;br /&gt;lithe god of grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracing the aesthetic nerve&lt;br /&gt;the common curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci St, Tel Aviv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-6740657702664585370?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/6740657702664585370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/6740657702664585370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2007/10/black-cat-sleek-slender-sidling-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-3372846975896330945</id><published>2007-06-05T07:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:12:06.490+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/RmTiQ-kofQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PJTVfUxD4Hk/s1600-h/IMG_0003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/RmTiQ-kofQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PJTVfUxD4Hk/s400/IMG_0003a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072427861628452098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo: Jane Marsh, Sydney, 1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-3372846975896330945?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3372846975896330945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3372846975896330945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2007/06/photo-jane-marsh-sydney-1985.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/RmTiQ-kofQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PJTVfUxD4Hk/s72-c/IMG_0003a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-7004906460760038672</id><published>2007-06-03T18:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:48:31.459+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tension is something&lt;br /&gt;                     we&lt;br /&gt;                      actively&lt;br /&gt;                     bring&lt;br /&gt;                    into our bodies&lt;br /&gt;                 as a way&lt;br /&gt;                      of&lt;br /&gt;                      readying&lt;br /&gt;against the next attack.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-7004906460760038672?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/7004906460760038672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/7004906460760038672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2007/06/tension-is-something-we-actively-bring_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-546840942908386847</id><published>2007-05-28T10:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:39:00.564+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  bind together&lt;br /&gt;                  without&lt;br /&gt;                simultaneous rather&lt;br /&gt;                and&lt;br /&gt;         all of you&lt;br /&gt;             torque, pull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            the wonderful potential&lt;br /&gt;                consuming all&lt;br /&gt;          it touches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           its ability&lt;br /&gt;              makes peace&lt;br /&gt;             by forcing&lt;br /&gt;             their best function&lt;br /&gt;rather than themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  two energies&lt;br /&gt;                torquing&lt;br /&gt;                   magic&lt;br /&gt;        active and human&lt;br /&gt;                of life&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-546840942908386847?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/546840942908386847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/546840942908386847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2007/05/bind-together-without-simultaneous.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-4175403253829904622</id><published>2007-05-27T10:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:23:01.564+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           being&lt;br /&gt;          aware&lt;br /&gt;   you can bring&lt;br /&gt; a meeting place&lt;br /&gt;  the body &amp;ndash; your only&lt;br /&gt;           function&lt;br /&gt;        functioning naturally,&lt;br /&gt;         a place&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-4175403253829904622?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4175403253829904622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4175403253829904622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-aware-you-can-bring-meeting-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-6578853692545837335</id><published>2007-05-26T10:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:22:42.860+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        to be inspired&lt;br /&gt;         environment&lt;br /&gt;           motivator&amp;mdash;&lt;br /&gt;       sparks that trigger&lt;br /&gt;        self-concern&lt;br /&gt;as it should&lt;br /&gt;    inhabit.&lt;br /&gt;        we begin to&lt;br /&gt;           clog up and&lt;br /&gt;          ignite&lt;br /&gt;      the openness&lt;br /&gt;         light and loose&lt;br /&gt;          springing response&lt;br /&gt;      an unconditioned&lt;br /&gt;           coiled spring&lt;br /&gt;          that&lt;br /&gt;  (coiled metal)&lt;br /&gt;this transformation&lt;br /&gt;     must become&lt;br /&gt;    creative deluge&lt;br /&gt;       dancing&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-6578853692545837335?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/6578853692545837335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/6578853692545837335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-be-inspired-environment-motivator.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-4398633898009405006</id><published>2007-05-25T12:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:52:45.115+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;       If you find &lt;br /&gt;         your knowledge &lt;br /&gt;        you have &lt;br /&gt;         undoubtedly closed &lt;br /&gt;  ensure that you &lt;br /&gt;             evaporate, &lt;br /&gt;          capabilities &lt;br /&gt; made for the first time&lt;br /&gt;     living like this &lt;br /&gt;           in your natural aspect &lt;br /&gt;              voiced and applied &lt;br /&gt;           only &lt;br /&gt;              limits &lt;br /&gt;    from whatever time &lt;br /&gt;        rest then &lt;br /&gt;            requires remembering &lt;br /&gt;          though it happened yesterday &lt;br /&gt;           half asleep&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-4398633898009405006?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4398633898009405006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/4398633898009405006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-you-find-your-knowledge-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-6101808671896117493</id><published>2007-05-20T13:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:44:44.040+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;           oh&lt;br /&gt;         made for&lt;br /&gt;           damsel and hopeless&lt;br /&gt;      whispering&lt;br /&gt;         unity made&lt;br /&gt;        his world&lt;br /&gt;           so fair! The&lt;br /&gt;           bride, and then&lt;br /&gt;         seek the lowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      seeketh&lt;br /&gt;        flower&lt;br /&gt;            and&lt;br /&gt;       the branches&lt;br /&gt;            the branches&lt;br /&gt;            walk&lt;br /&gt;           so pensive&lt;br /&gt;         spirits meet&lt;br /&gt;     they make solemn vows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      singeth&lt;br /&gt;        sadness&lt;br /&gt;          death claims a&lt;br /&gt;           bride,&lt;br /&gt;        night&lt;br /&gt;          now&lt;br /&gt;           to the&lt;br /&gt;            reading of the&lt;br /&gt;            kind companion&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-6101808671896117493?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/6101808671896117493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/6101808671896117493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-made-for-damsel-and-hopeless_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-1595285808291995413</id><published>2006-12-10T13:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:30:51.925+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silver glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flakes from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every leaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-1595285808291995413?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/1595285808291995413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/1595285808291995413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2006/12/silver-glance-flakes-from-every-leaf.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-760007752828957997</id><published>2006-12-10T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:55:28.884+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Swans swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on flooded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fields.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-760007752828957997?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/760007752828957997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/760007752828957997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2006/12/swans-swim-on-flooded-fields.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-3464872376977873071</id><published>2006-12-03T13:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:31:30.699+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today the downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that meet the sky so gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet you in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-3464872376977873071?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3464872376977873071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/3464872376977873071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-downs-that-meet-sky-so-gently.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-112060438982940236</id><published>2005-07-19T01:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:24:58.393+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we are the back-door&lt;br /&gt;try to reason into language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I have can equally&lt;br /&gt;be stone work within that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just here between metal or urban&lt;br /&gt;such early stages not only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;a place of beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipping between&lt;br /&gt;a live place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-112060438982940236?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/112060438982940236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/112060438982940236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-are-back-door-try-to-reason-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-112009914468577078</id><published>2005-06-30T05:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:25:28.132+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I once was able to peg this tent down&lt;br /&gt;by merely reading you a paragraph&lt;br /&gt;so before I get off the floor&lt;br /&gt;you can join me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-112009914468577078?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/112009914468577078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/112009914468577078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-once-was-able-to-peg-this-tent-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-112006949774031620</id><published>2005-06-29T21:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:25:53.187+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Her dance&lt;br /&gt;enabled her to&lt;br /&gt;advance upon the&lt;br /&gt;not quite solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly&lt;br /&gt;we permit ourselves to ride&lt;br /&gt;our previously earned knowledges&lt;br /&gt;where the dead spots in all those small places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair disappears as a factor:&lt;br /&gt;warriors should tie their hair out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Her neck is liberated&lt;br /&gt;in the direction of the true function.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-112006949774031620?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/112006949774031620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/112006949774031620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/her-dance-enabled-her-to-advance-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111995574784655039</id><published>2005-06-28T13:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:26:38.967+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>any resemble&lt;br /&gt;"systematic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the air&lt;br /&gt;in those things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed the noun&lt;br /&gt;is felt to press home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the root&lt;br /&gt;has this power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what travels&lt;br /&gt;one is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an insistence&lt;br /&gt;distinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for Caroline Ross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111995574784655039?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111995574784655039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111995574784655039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/any-resemble-systematic-air-in-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111893839019007764</id><published>2005-06-16T19:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:27:26.331+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we are labyrinths&lt;br /&gt;open spirals or cones&lt;br /&gt;governed by&lt;br /&gt;precision &amp;amp; touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also sharpen&lt;br /&gt;with everything to&lt;br /&gt;the sun itself&lt;br /&gt;a question of primaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an animal would&lt;br /&gt;lay out the first&lt;br /&gt;and dance complex&lt;br /&gt;clues to the intent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the generative act&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly close&lt;br /&gt;an implicit or&lt;br /&gt;hidden actuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply alive by&lt;br /&gt;thigh bone and&lt;br /&gt;their own doings&lt;br /&gt;I write&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111893839019007764?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111893839019007764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111893839019007764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-are-labyrinths-open-spirals-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111848514460302133</id><published>2005-06-11T13:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:28:34.971+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/5910/1024/softincisions.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/5910/400/softincisions.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suddenly&lt;br /&gt;required to be&lt;br /&gt;like my soul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the growth of&lt;br /&gt;experience can&lt;br /&gt;motion itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the single&lt;br /&gt;engaging&lt;br /&gt;principle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our aloneness&lt;br /&gt;who we are&lt;br /&gt;that it is landscape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it conceivable&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so be responsible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with what&lt;br /&gt;each of us is&lt;br /&gt;his or her job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and enable&lt;br /&gt;that simplest&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the widest places&lt;br /&gt;where man began&lt;br /&gt;do you begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a common weed&lt;br /&gt;of blue secretes&lt;br /&gt;the study of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precise answers&lt;br /&gt;transformed by&lt;br /&gt;dooryard plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;we could not have had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact&lt;br /&gt;of scholarship&lt;br /&gt;my point is otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;already&lt;br /&gt;no further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red ochre&lt;br /&gt;as they lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning to&lt;br /&gt;abstractions&lt;br /&gt;the pattern on the cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have planned&lt;br /&gt;a fable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;one specific&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wise men&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;they sat down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the internal environment&lt;br /&gt;of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we think&lt;br /&gt;the hard&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think&lt;br /&gt;I had gone soft&lt;br /&gt;instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are&lt;br /&gt;ungraspable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the natural&lt;br /&gt;so complex&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this&lt;br /&gt;engaging&lt;br /&gt;I ask you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a moment think&lt;br /&gt;these muscles &amp;amp; legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;measured&lt;br /&gt;who I am&lt;br /&gt;if you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his careful&lt;br /&gt;personal garden&lt;br /&gt;that confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not at all&lt;br /&gt;and every&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that each&lt;br /&gt;prevented&lt;br /&gt;the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the climate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;of our being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of those&lt;br /&gt;like what&lt;br /&gt;from your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave us&lt;br /&gt;the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any&lt;br /&gt;proper&lt;br /&gt;working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisively&lt;br /&gt;to lay before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111848514460302133?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111848514460302133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111848514460302133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-was-suddenly-required-to-be-like-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111834015000056981</id><published>2005-06-10T20:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:29:55.253+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;  A way of being&lt;br /&gt;     human&lt;br /&gt;believe it. Then&lt;br /&gt;     the slightest&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111834015000056981?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111834015000056981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111834015000056981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/way-of-being-human-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111833646829081136</id><published>2005-06-09T19:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:31:08.505+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deeper than&lt;br /&gt;permissible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never&lt;br /&gt;not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;never said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never even&lt;br /&gt;produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another&lt;br /&gt;on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;let me hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you alone&lt;br /&gt;as if the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will never be&lt;br /&gt;anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to have&lt;br /&gt;the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the texture of&lt;br /&gt;words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in his mind&lt;br /&gt;the leaves, trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pure mountain&lt;br /&gt;in his pure room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had written the&lt;br /&gt;fog as it billowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before everything&lt;br /&gt;made it new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free from&lt;br /&gt;dreams and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exalted surges.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am truly a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great man.&lt;br /&gt;I have been asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111833646829081136?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111833646829081136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111833646829081136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/deeper-than-permissible-but-never-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111813682387866910</id><published>2005-06-07T12:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:32:37.769+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toward measuring&lt;br /&gt;himself&lt;br /&gt;some&lt;br /&gt;possible&lt;br /&gt;agency&lt;br /&gt;with sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;release:&lt;br /&gt;the sympathies&lt;br /&gt;fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught by&lt;br /&gt;the largeness&lt;br /&gt;moving within himself&lt;br /&gt;the truth&lt;br /&gt;which is felt&lt;br /&gt;has only&lt;br /&gt;fixation by&lt;br /&gt;internal means of&lt;br /&gt;transcription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for Sam Stout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111813682387866910?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111813682387866910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111813682387866910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/toward-measuring-himself-some-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111792427329626473</id><published>2005-06-05T01:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:38:44.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/5910/320/hands1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/5910/320/hands1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111792427329626473?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111792427329626473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111792427329626473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111787129804801386</id><published>2005-06-04T10:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:34:27.719+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An actionable side&lt;br /&gt;gets through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the intensities&lt;br /&gt;that darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;beside the noise of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I want&lt;br /&gt;and I will&lt;br /&gt;primitives&lt;br /&gt;for all&lt;br /&gt;definitions of&lt;br /&gt;yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because&lt;br /&gt;by descent&lt;br /&gt;of father or god &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birth&lt;br /&gt;of the eternal&lt;br /&gt;roarings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this emergence or apotheosis&lt;br /&gt;through the same&lt;br /&gt;continuance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the antelope&lt;br /&gt;you remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for Pris Campbell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111787129804801386?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111787129804801386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111787129804801386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-actionable-side-gets-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111786994085392589</id><published>2005-06-04T10:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:35:48.803+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is no&lt;br /&gt;writing that&lt;br /&gt;would be actual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we, as if unborn, stare at&lt;br /&gt;the circumscribed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the real&lt;br /&gt;table cover&lt;br /&gt;is a yellow cloth that&lt;br /&gt;is too narrow&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;leaves and roses&lt;br /&gt;didn’t kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hair rises&lt;br /&gt;above his&lt;br /&gt;head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bear no relation to&lt;br /&gt;laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for Ron Silliman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111786994085392589?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111786994085392589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111786994085392589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/there-is-no-writing-that-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111787276949938891</id><published>2005-06-01T11:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:36:44.247+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;         this&lt;br /&gt;       only thing as&lt;br /&gt;        large as that.&lt;br /&gt;       in favor with&lt;br /&gt;          the consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    in a style of&lt;br /&gt;    electrical&lt;br /&gt;            charge sucked&lt;br /&gt;    to pare your nails, the&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for Steve Lacy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/5910/320/lacy61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/5910/200/lacy6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111787276949938891?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111787276949938891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111787276949938891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-only-thing-as-large-as-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111787378660408946</id><published>2005-05-29T11:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:37:39.953+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;touch mulch house noise trunk&lt;br /&gt;child leave trees tales lover&lt;br /&gt;event delay water fresh norse&lt;br /&gt;flint vocal shore snows begin&lt;br /&gt;woven thule night shine often&lt;br /&gt;nexus pygmy vulva offer grain&lt;br /&gt;sleep crown wharf plums creek&lt;br /&gt;flesh close black smile bumpy&lt;br /&gt;bones broad ghost bless sable&lt;br /&gt;dream daily birth talks berth&lt;br /&gt;relax quiet crude cedar giant&lt;br /&gt;depth years being round limit&lt;br /&gt;organ white death pearl grief&lt;br /&gt;heave clear place young wheel&lt;br /&gt;image write world heart flake&lt;br /&gt;inner exist ocean basis dizzy&lt;br /&gt;space freed build means early&lt;br /&gt;small earth river story demon&lt;br /&gt;kalpa learn stone error three&lt;br /&gt;occur yield today doing lives&lt;br /&gt;sense aware smell dance quest&lt;br /&gt;fresh think clean study rages&lt;br /&gt;power feels dirty karma cares&lt;br /&gt;being blend found outer panda&lt;br /&gt;plant local anima allow canto&lt;br /&gt;truth locus polis other lemon&lt;br /&gt;hinge ictus woman holds liver&lt;br /&gt;river probe angel going poise&lt;br /&gt;still gland dwell semen cycle&lt;br /&gt;green birds guard flood grass&lt;br /&gt;thegn ochre trust khene words&lt;br /&gt;horse every thorn otter olson&lt;br /&gt;rocks brown hedge equal stark&lt;br /&gt;fibre sound cheek drift mouth&lt;br /&gt;chalk sooth until blood music&lt;br /&gt;filed anger marsh faith storm&lt;br /&gt;burst fruit whale bread prana&lt;br /&gt;cloth light staff alone peace&lt;br /&gt;berry swift imbue trunk hands&lt;br /&gt;slept grows honey shape penis&lt;br /&gt;naked grace woods whole bough&lt;br /&gt;drift ducks beach frost scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for Carl Andre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/5910/320/andrebricksp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/5910/320/andrebricksp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111787378660408946?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111787378660408946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111787378660408946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/05/touch-mulch-house-noise-trunk-child.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111701625193388234</id><published>2005-05-25T13:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:37:10.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>heartwork</title><content type='html'>chaos as&lt;br /&gt;utter&lt;br /&gt;chaos, but&lt;br /&gt;determined&lt;br /&gt;concept&lt;br /&gt;will remain&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;or a dominant&lt;br /&gt;lack of will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;(as though&lt;br /&gt;drawing up a&lt;br /&gt;sheet of chaos&lt;br /&gt;we arrive at the&lt;br /&gt;point between&lt;br /&gt;grey&lt;br /&gt;risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assuredly white&lt;br /&gt;beginning&lt;br /&gt;and the whole&lt;br /&gt;or life&lt;br /&gt;we must bring&lt;br /&gt;we use&lt;br /&gt;offensive and defensive&lt;br /&gt;energies&lt;br /&gt;the task we cannot avoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natural order white and black&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;one may&lt;br /&gt;conversely&lt;br /&gt;illumination&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;extreme&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from light to dark in&lt;br /&gt;passages from pole to pole&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;two poles rising from&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;we feel an increase&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;unparalleled&lt;br /&gt;practical task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in weight&lt;br /&gt;lighter&lt;br /&gt;dark&lt;br /&gt;numerical values&lt;br /&gt;a clash of opposites&lt;br /&gt;between&lt;br /&gt;broad&lt;br /&gt;repose&lt;br /&gt;and ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underneath:&lt;br /&gt;excerpt&lt;br /&gt;drawing&lt;br /&gt;increase and&lt;br /&gt;then, culmination&lt;br /&gt;with accelerated&lt;br /&gt;tempo&lt;br /&gt;Growing&lt;br /&gt;is not thinkable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without its&lt;br /&gt;opposite&lt;br /&gt;stands&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;its&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;does&lt;br /&gt;if there is no&lt;br /&gt;of course I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;good must always come first&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;in every individual&lt;br /&gt;therefore&lt;br /&gt;weight&lt;br /&gt;of the&lt;br /&gt;parts in such&lt;br /&gt;a manner of speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paths to&lt;br /&gt;itself&lt;br /&gt;as&lt;br /&gt;theory&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;will be a&lt;br /&gt;close&lt;br /&gt;room&lt;br /&gt;it must make itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in union with&lt;br /&gt;matter&lt;br /&gt;and living&lt;br /&gt;freedom&lt;br /&gt;nature’s&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;of building&lt;br /&gt;may produce&lt;br /&gt;wine with ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what&lt;br /&gt;does not&lt;br /&gt;shake us to&lt;br /&gt;our&lt;br /&gt;foundations&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;ourselves&lt;br /&gt;the smallest part of us&lt;br /&gt;must make itself known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means should&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;more than&lt;br /&gt;profusion of&lt;br /&gt;intelligence&lt;br /&gt;impossible to write&lt;br /&gt;the ink does not play&lt;br /&gt;the primary&lt;br /&gt;but makes possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is word-making&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;freely&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;going where&lt;br /&gt;going&lt;br /&gt;primal&lt;br /&gt;kinetic energies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;notes&lt;br /&gt;for I was&lt;br /&gt;where&lt;br /&gt;the beginning is&lt;br /&gt;what is essential&lt;br /&gt;a synthethis of&lt;br /&gt;figuration and&lt;br /&gt;fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growth growing in&lt;br /&gt;cross section&lt;br /&gt;and in&lt;br /&gt;centrally&lt;br /&gt;irradiated&lt;br /&gt;growth it&lt;br /&gt;grows as&lt;br /&gt;it grows&lt;br /&gt;kinetic energies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point that&lt;br /&gt;sets&lt;br /&gt;as&lt;br /&gt;form&lt;br /&gt;we obtain a&lt;br /&gt;drawing&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;paper&lt;br /&gt;as skeleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;progressive growth flow&lt;br /&gt;inner&lt;br /&gt;propagation of&lt;br /&gt;threads of&lt;br /&gt;construction&lt;br /&gt;outward limiting&lt;br /&gt;or spatial&lt;br /&gt;discharge of tension from&lt;br /&gt;interlocking of multi-dimensional growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tension from within or&lt;br /&gt;progression of&lt;br /&gt;a dimension of motion&lt;br /&gt;the tension spreads in&lt;br /&gt;motion&lt;br /&gt;inwardly&lt;br /&gt;in the directions&lt;br /&gt;left-right&lt;br /&gt;questions must be asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;enters&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;where does&lt;br /&gt;it enter?&lt;br /&gt;below,&lt;br /&gt;second&lt;br /&gt;with regard to&lt;br /&gt;back is also measured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earth&lt;br /&gt;force&lt;br /&gt;may&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;forward&lt;br /&gt;direction is&lt;br /&gt;free and the&lt;br /&gt;picture this makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;sperm work&lt;br /&gt;intangible&lt;br /&gt;theory&lt;br /&gt;undertaken&lt;br /&gt;with great restraint&lt;br /&gt;of means, makes&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;set in&lt;br /&gt;plane tends to&lt;br /&gt;recede&lt;br /&gt;this brings us&lt;br /&gt;with flat values&lt;br /&gt;through it&lt;br /&gt;expressed slight movement&lt;br /&gt;and background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;pictorial&lt;br /&gt;spiral&lt;br /&gt;movement&lt;br /&gt;if we&lt;br /&gt;also&lt;br /&gt;upright&lt;br /&gt;look each other in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning of this&lt;br /&gt;is give&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;the centre&lt;br /&gt;stresses&lt;br /&gt;arrow as active agent&lt;br /&gt;of the&lt;br /&gt;third dimension in&lt;br /&gt;speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet him&lt;br /&gt;as mirror image&lt;br /&gt;made to fit&lt;br /&gt;the picture look each&lt;br /&gt;other in&lt;br /&gt;above-below&lt;br /&gt;behind-above&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;the same knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;shall&lt;br /&gt;try&lt;br /&gt;to be&lt;br /&gt;we shall try&lt;br /&gt;knowledge&lt;br /&gt;tries&lt;br /&gt;to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say human&lt;br /&gt;yields&lt;br /&gt;it has come&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;is far away, but&lt;br /&gt;as creation is&lt;br /&gt;related to the&lt;br /&gt;knowledge of the first action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more things&lt;br /&gt;into being&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;their&lt;br /&gt;motion&lt;br /&gt;is concerned with the smile&lt;br /&gt;all the seductions&lt;br /&gt;never ceases&lt;br /&gt;thank God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;progression within&lt;br /&gt;normal tensions of&lt;br /&gt;man&lt;br /&gt;crossed&lt;br /&gt;out…analysis blushes&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;to its&lt;br /&gt;inner being&lt;br /&gt;in kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to his&lt;br /&gt;view of&lt;br /&gt;space&lt;br /&gt;often seem very new&lt;br /&gt;through&lt;br /&gt;new&lt;br /&gt;only&lt;br /&gt;their combination is new&lt;br /&gt;and of making them visible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appearance should not&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;amplified. Today&lt;br /&gt;does not meet our&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;he is more complex, richer and wider&lt;br /&gt;a creature on the&lt;br /&gt;earth and a creature within&lt;br /&gt;knowledge of the energies that create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sense of totality has&lt;br /&gt;conception&lt;br /&gt;plant&lt;br /&gt;whether it be&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;object grows&lt;br /&gt;beyond its&lt;br /&gt;appearance&lt;br /&gt;knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowledge that&lt;br /&gt;is more&lt;br /&gt;than its&lt;br /&gt;number and kind&lt;br /&gt;sections&lt;br /&gt;draw inferences&lt;br /&gt;about the&lt;br /&gt;inner object&lt;br /&gt;of which we have been speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might add&lt;br /&gt;lower&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;through&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;forms, while the upper&lt;br /&gt;leads through the&lt;br /&gt;realm of the dynamic&lt;br /&gt;translated into work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;dialogue&lt;br /&gt;enables him to&lt;br /&gt;rise&lt;br /&gt;a metaphysical&lt;br /&gt;view&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;free&lt;br /&gt;awaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exact research&lt;br /&gt;surges&lt;br /&gt;statics&lt;br /&gt;drawing&lt;br /&gt;points in space&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;yet intuition is still&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without intuition&lt;br /&gt;it can be&lt;br /&gt;logical&lt;br /&gt;build bridges boldly&lt;br /&gt;from one thing&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;the eighteenth century&lt;br /&gt;to reckon with the unexpected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;perhaps&lt;br /&gt;it is already in a place&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;seldom think&lt;br /&gt;from the standpoint of dogma&lt;br /&gt;it might ask illogical and foolish questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with&lt;br /&gt;totaliser!&lt;br /&gt;and the&lt;br /&gt;philosopher, a magician!&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;should have&lt;br /&gt;the secret&lt;br /&gt;this shocking anomaly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;structure&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;proof unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;Thus&lt;br /&gt;showing&lt;br /&gt;only in a&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;backward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;use&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;according&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;which&lt;br /&gt;it falls on&lt;br /&gt;produces&lt;br /&gt;and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;source&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;picture&lt;br /&gt;cannot&lt;br /&gt;(whether&lt;br /&gt;known in&lt;br /&gt;nature&lt;br /&gt;have been taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graphic&lt;br /&gt;lures us&lt;br /&gt;and with&lt;br /&gt;reason.&lt;br /&gt;It gives&lt;br /&gt;with great&lt;br /&gt;precision.&lt;br /&gt;graphic&lt;br /&gt;kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish-&lt;br /&gt;scales&lt;br /&gt;a line&lt;br /&gt;growing&lt;br /&gt;stronger&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;oil&lt;br /&gt;underlying&lt;br /&gt;likewise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;idle&lt;br /&gt;disappointed&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;motion&lt;br /&gt;whence it came:&lt;br /&gt;back into&lt;br /&gt;the parts&lt;br /&gt;people liked to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visible things&lt;br /&gt;visible&lt;br /&gt;isolated&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;power&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;part&lt;br /&gt;like numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abstract things&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;formal cosmos&lt;br /&gt;so much like the&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;across the&lt;br /&gt;circulation&lt;br /&gt;of the kidneys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earthly&lt;br /&gt;simultaneous&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;through&lt;br /&gt;the equipoise of&lt;br /&gt;formal wisdom&lt;br /&gt;not yet&lt;br /&gt;art&lt;br /&gt;we can still speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can say that&lt;br /&gt;borne on&lt;br /&gt;instinctual stimuli&lt;br /&gt;conjures up&lt;br /&gt;something more&lt;br /&gt;Fellow man, arise!&lt;br /&gt;a change of air&lt;br /&gt;distracts you&lt;br /&gt;to look forever forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to new holidays&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;sap.&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself be&lt;br /&gt;this life-giving ocean&lt;br /&gt;whether&lt;br /&gt;sufficient grounds&lt;br /&gt;and whether&lt;br /&gt;I should be thinking too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much of myself&lt;br /&gt;and forgetting&lt;br /&gt;that most of you&lt;br /&gt;are much&lt;br /&gt;at home&lt;br /&gt;between laymen and artists&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;mere&lt;br /&gt;unasked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who&lt;br /&gt;like you&lt;br /&gt;as best he can&lt;br /&gt;differs&lt;br /&gt;by his own specific means and methods&lt;br /&gt;will surely grant&lt;br /&gt;enough&lt;br /&gt;respect&lt;br /&gt;he is the trunk of the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has&lt;br /&gt;busied&lt;br /&gt;this world of many&lt;br /&gt;forms&lt;br /&gt;let us assume,&lt;br /&gt;flows&lt;br /&gt;through him and&lt;br /&gt;the tree&lt;br /&gt;we all know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;goes on&lt;br /&gt;above&lt;br /&gt;different&lt;br /&gt;functions&lt;br /&gt;will lead&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;sharp&lt;br /&gt;wholly, taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that runs&lt;br /&gt;interlocking&lt;br /&gt;towards&lt;br /&gt;free-formed&lt;br /&gt;rhythmic progressions&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;br /&gt;of planes,&lt;br /&gt;enter in&lt;br /&gt;(body of snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in spite of this&lt;br /&gt;we must&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;problems&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;we must&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;part&lt;br /&gt;unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside this&lt;br /&gt;medium&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I can make myself&lt;br /&gt;interdimensional&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;crown&lt;br /&gt;I think I may promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a mythical&lt;br /&gt;state&lt;br /&gt;an&lt;br /&gt;unbroken&lt;br /&gt;subtle&lt;br /&gt;flow&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;a natural&lt;br /&gt;kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a metamorphosis occurs&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;verified&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;remains of&lt;br /&gt;the spiritual&lt;br /&gt;this kind of abstractness&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;middle&lt;br /&gt;has still&lt;br /&gt;other&lt;br /&gt;we cannot fully&lt;br /&gt;by measure or weight&lt;br /&gt;reveal no&lt;br /&gt;difference&lt;br /&gt;Thus it may be a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is&lt;br /&gt;appropriate&lt;br /&gt;what symbol best&lt;br /&gt;expresses&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;which&lt;br /&gt;relations&lt;br /&gt;centre, the possibility of dividing&lt;br /&gt;kinds of elements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;core&lt;br /&gt;critical&lt;br /&gt;juncture.&lt;br /&gt;Mastery of&lt;br /&gt;power&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;strong that they can reach out&lt;br /&gt;for lack or orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;order&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;figure&lt;br /&gt;object&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;combined&lt;br /&gt;relation&lt;br /&gt;looking over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;will utter&lt;br /&gt;"That’s&lt;br /&gt;poor&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;new&lt;br /&gt;stone&lt;br /&gt;first&lt;br /&gt;kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;some&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;passions&lt;br /&gt;emerge&lt;br /&gt;strike resonances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;correspondingly&lt;br /&gt;contrasting&lt;br /&gt;expression&lt;br /&gt;in the realm of&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;either&lt;br /&gt;deep dark half,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weak from too much&lt;br /&gt;or too little&lt;br /&gt;twilight shades&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;br /&gt;the middle.&lt;br /&gt;and what&lt;br /&gt;possibilities&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;making use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we might now&lt;br /&gt;consider&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;every&lt;br /&gt;combination&lt;br /&gt;will have its particular&lt;br /&gt;expression&lt;br /&gt;accordingly&lt;br /&gt;he looks inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished forms that&lt;br /&gt;nature&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;a finished image of nature&lt;br /&gt;dawns&lt;br /&gt;on him&lt;br /&gt;the process&lt;br /&gt;gets stuck somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;would not like&lt;br /&gt;space-time&lt;br /&gt;call it brain&lt;br /&gt;functions&lt;br /&gt;in the womb&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;nature&lt;br /&gt;key to all things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saying this&lt;br /&gt;may well&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;such journeying along&lt;br /&gt;paths of&lt;br /&gt;his own&lt;br /&gt;form&lt;br /&gt;production&lt;br /&gt;if he looks on the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by which&lt;br /&gt;order&lt;br /&gt;should save us&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;something rigid,&lt;br /&gt;will guard us&lt;br /&gt;creeping up to a&lt;br /&gt;product&lt;br /&gt;hoping to pick off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make off with it.&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;with a&lt;br /&gt;view&lt;br /&gt;to the&lt;br /&gt;first&lt;br /&gt;book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is only natural that&lt;br /&gt;we should&lt;br /&gt;give priority to matters&lt;br /&gt;formal beginning&lt;br /&gt;prehistory&lt;br /&gt;which drives him&lt;br /&gt;from inside to&lt;br /&gt;manifest his spirit&lt;br /&gt;knowledge of nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;is of no use&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;the universe is useless&lt;br /&gt;unless we are equipped with&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;the isolated stroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how form&lt;br /&gt;comes into&lt;br /&gt;ways to the&lt;br /&gt;forms&lt;br /&gt;to ideal&lt;br /&gt;measure and weight&lt;br /&gt;elements of a&lt;br /&gt;rhythmic&lt;br /&gt;rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly&lt;br /&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;or any&lt;br /&gt;other&lt;br /&gt;pointed&lt;br /&gt;clearer will be&lt;br /&gt;its mobility&lt;br /&gt;freedom of movement&lt;br /&gt;begins to look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;child&lt;br /&gt;discovers&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;random&lt;br /&gt;chaotic&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;the chaos of the&lt;br /&gt;first&lt;br /&gt;walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;connected by rhythmic articulation&lt;br /&gt;active&lt;br /&gt;hand&lt;br /&gt;More like&lt;br /&gt;appointments&lt;br /&gt;a walk&lt;br /&gt;shown by the&lt;br /&gt;straight&lt;br /&gt;is taken as a norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a soothing&lt;br /&gt;beginning&lt;br /&gt;hand) it&lt;br /&gt;remains&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;completed&lt;br /&gt;the impression&lt;br /&gt;will take it for a merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without&lt;br /&gt;rest&lt;br /&gt;case&lt;br /&gt;the circle&lt;br /&gt;quintessence&lt;br /&gt;We still see&lt;br /&gt;but not&lt;br /&gt;linear acts&lt;br /&gt;in keeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wholly&lt;br /&gt;passive&lt;br /&gt;not made&lt;br /&gt;but suffered&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;br /&gt;How&lt;br /&gt;into being?&lt;br /&gt;the underlying tensions&lt;br /&gt;follow it back to the gentle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;action with&lt;br /&gt;mesh&lt;br /&gt;indicates&lt;br /&gt;three&lt;br /&gt;kinetic processes&lt;br /&gt;We must&lt;br /&gt;also&lt;br /&gt;suppress the values of&lt;br /&gt;letting us look in freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which stand&lt;br /&gt;close&lt;br /&gt;interpenetrate&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;intermesh&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;absorbs&lt;br /&gt;weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among other things&lt;br /&gt;suggesting&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;purpose.&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;accompanying&lt;br /&gt;forms&lt;br /&gt;suggested a folk-song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;forms&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;converging, while&lt;br /&gt;a dog&lt;br /&gt;running&lt;br /&gt;may speak of friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;new&lt;br /&gt;companion&lt;br /&gt;briefly&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;two&lt;br /&gt;point&lt;br /&gt;all-pervasive&lt;br /&gt;inner linking of the two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With&lt;br /&gt;possibilities&lt;br /&gt;combinations&lt;br /&gt;forms&lt;br /&gt;touching&lt;br /&gt;which interpenetrate&lt;br /&gt;in constructive&lt;br /&gt;spiritual&lt;br /&gt;tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;about this&lt;br /&gt;lines are&lt;br /&gt;quite&lt;br /&gt;somewhere&lt;br /&gt;almost&lt;br /&gt;alarming&lt;br /&gt;if we stick to the essentials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natural progression that&lt;br /&gt;length&lt;br /&gt;and thickness&lt;br /&gt;scramble&lt;br /&gt;the lines&lt;br /&gt;while preserving&lt;br /&gt;So there&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;a map-maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horizon&lt;br /&gt;in spatial terms&lt;br /&gt;as most&lt;br /&gt;Europeans know&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;viewer&lt;br /&gt;seen frontally&lt;br /&gt;and the ground-plane&lt;br /&gt;definitely marked-out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shifting&lt;br /&gt;viewpoint&lt;br /&gt;a step to the left&lt;br /&gt;on this form&lt;br /&gt;shifted&lt;br /&gt;whereas&lt;br /&gt;to the&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;now take a step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horizontal&lt;br /&gt;line&lt;br /&gt;distance&lt;br /&gt;I travel&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;off in the&lt;br /&gt;direction&lt;br /&gt;take the place of ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus displacing&lt;br /&gt;vertical&lt;br /&gt;visual point&lt;br /&gt;pictures&lt;br /&gt;seem to&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;a single axis of&lt;br /&gt;symmetry&lt;br /&gt;(taken as a norm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within&lt;br /&gt;space&lt;br /&gt;I have&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;built a second space&lt;br /&gt;within&lt;br /&gt;beyond&lt;br /&gt;(we are in them)&lt;br /&gt;below it looks to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amorphous&lt;br /&gt;connection&lt;br /&gt;an&lt;br /&gt;inner body&lt;br /&gt;connecting&lt;br /&gt;small town&lt;br /&gt;spatio-plastic&lt;br /&gt;internal volumes&lt;br /&gt;imagine how it looks from where I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to unify and&lt;br /&gt;combine&lt;br /&gt;organic&lt;br /&gt;processes.&lt;br /&gt;We must&lt;br /&gt;our way back&lt;br /&gt;to unity.&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;the links are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case this&lt;br /&gt;introduces&lt;br /&gt;organs&lt;br /&gt;of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;There is no clash,&lt;br /&gt;which demands that the essential be grasped&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;front and side&lt;br /&gt;sketch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ideal horizon&lt;br /&gt;inner&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;outer&lt;br /&gt;transparency&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;only&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the difficulties&lt;br /&gt;if we keep in mind the value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without&lt;br /&gt;forgetting&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;every such&lt;br /&gt;analytical&lt;br /&gt;whole.&lt;br /&gt;Because I cannot, namely,&lt;br /&gt;resign myself to analytic methods&lt;br /&gt;looking down from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horizontal&lt;br /&gt;narrowness&lt;br /&gt;gravity is&lt;br /&gt;Crucial&lt;br /&gt;position&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;the soles of the feet&lt;br /&gt;purely&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slight&lt;br /&gt;cover&lt;br /&gt;(unimportant)&lt;br /&gt;Increased well-being.&lt;br /&gt;positive&lt;br /&gt;view&lt;br /&gt;the ground-&lt;br /&gt;increases&lt;br /&gt;different kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two things:&lt;br /&gt;some&lt;br /&gt;inward&lt;br /&gt;chimera&lt;br /&gt;is life. This&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;unfolding&lt;br /&gt;the danger of monotony&lt;br /&gt;The quickest path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movements of this&lt;br /&gt;kind are&lt;br /&gt;change&lt;br /&gt;their place&lt;br /&gt;Surfaces in tension.&lt;br /&gt;Shifting viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Unification achieved&lt;br /&gt;the innermost essence&lt;br /&gt;skilfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earth&lt;br /&gt;power&lt;br /&gt;carve out&lt;br /&gt;sphere&lt;br /&gt;of motion&lt;br /&gt;where&lt;br /&gt;This is how the plant&lt;br /&gt;grows, how man&lt;br /&gt;and beast walk or fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harmonisation&lt;br /&gt;principle:&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;the cosmic&lt;br /&gt;view&lt;br /&gt;by comparison,&lt;br /&gt;gravitation&lt;br /&gt;kills motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiment with&lt;br /&gt;less&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;very likely&lt;br /&gt;movement&lt;br /&gt;and here we must attach&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;the reality&lt;br /&gt;a kinship between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pure dynamic action within&lt;br /&gt;a limited&lt;br /&gt;spiritual plane&lt;br /&gt;resemble&lt;br /&gt;one another&lt;br /&gt;where statics yearns&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;dynamic freedom&lt;br /&gt;of a tight-rope walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;pole&lt;br /&gt;as "symbol&lt;br /&gt;of forces"&lt;br /&gt;he holds the force of gravity&lt;br /&gt;(weight&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of&lt;br /&gt;vertical&lt;br /&gt;Thus we shall speak of gravitational balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shifts&lt;br /&gt;of weight&lt;br /&gt;based on&lt;br /&gt;energies&lt;br /&gt;of this kind&lt;br /&gt;same laws&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;gravity&lt;br /&gt;like scales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weigh&lt;br /&gt;weights&lt;br /&gt;situate&lt;br /&gt;our scales&lt;br /&gt;into a&lt;br /&gt;new&lt;br /&gt;position&lt;br /&gt;better&lt;br /&gt;stick to a single plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counterweight&lt;br /&gt;balance&lt;br /&gt;such plays of&lt;br /&gt;forces&lt;br /&gt;like this&lt;br /&gt;new&lt;br /&gt;cross&lt;br /&gt;quite perfect&lt;br /&gt;they strike each other with their points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrust&lt;br /&gt;primitive&lt;br /&gt;handling&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;symmetry&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;the image of&lt;br /&gt;equilibrium&lt;br /&gt;a kind of symbolic treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;symmetry might&lt;br /&gt;more to it&lt;br /&gt;than&lt;br /&gt;energy&lt;br /&gt;box of elements&lt;br /&gt;we reach&lt;br /&gt;into the&lt;br /&gt;compartment and add a little&lt;br /&gt;dark red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interpreted in human terms:&lt;br /&gt;I have&lt;br /&gt;my right hand&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;hold onto&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;conceive&lt;br /&gt;a centric&lt;br /&gt;backbone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;is a stone&lt;br /&gt;barely&lt;br /&gt;toppling over.&lt;br /&gt;The energy&lt;br /&gt;would make it&lt;br /&gt;topple&lt;br /&gt;Each stone clings as it were&lt;br /&gt;(a little like towers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;effort&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;reduces&lt;br /&gt;a vestige of balancing&lt;br /&gt;when a man&lt;br /&gt;fall off&lt;br /&gt;his chair the vestige&lt;br /&gt;becomes a block of stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more advanced example shows a&lt;br /&gt;balanced&lt;br /&gt;zigzag&lt;br /&gt;relaxation&lt;br /&gt;an epic tempo&lt;br /&gt;when the&lt;br /&gt;diagonal&lt;br /&gt;is present&lt;br /&gt;further back things lighten progressively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hasty&lt;br /&gt;question&lt;br /&gt;of quantity&lt;br /&gt;expresses&lt;br /&gt;itself&lt;br /&gt;if the weather is&lt;br /&gt;foggy&lt;br /&gt;merging at length&lt;br /&gt;with the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a matter of hill&lt;br /&gt;and dale&lt;br /&gt;mainly&lt;br /&gt;inner space&lt;br /&gt;exert&lt;br /&gt;power&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;linear-active polyphonies&lt;br /&gt;darkening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and length&lt;br /&gt;In our last lesson&lt;br /&gt;dividual&lt;br /&gt;articulation&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;lowest&lt;br /&gt;movement&lt;br /&gt;interwoven&lt;br /&gt;exactly alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remains faithful to&lt;br /&gt;discern a timid&lt;br /&gt;glance&lt;br /&gt;hovering&lt;br /&gt;as elastic&lt;br /&gt;blows&lt;br /&gt;Reciprocal&lt;br /&gt;interaction&lt;br /&gt;a kind of liberation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;silent&lt;br /&gt;dynamic&lt;br /&gt;is more&lt;br /&gt;a possibility&lt;br /&gt;we arrived in place&lt;br /&gt;both talent and intelligence&lt;br /&gt;transpose it&lt;br /&gt;and then to lurk in waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus&lt;br /&gt;deny&lt;br /&gt;structural&lt;br /&gt;bolstering&lt;br /&gt;of its ego&lt;br /&gt;law&lt;br /&gt;a naïve joy&lt;br /&gt;relaxes&lt;br /&gt;knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our small physical&lt;br /&gt;size&lt;br /&gt;limitation&lt;br /&gt;should not deter&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;watery&lt;br /&gt;cosmic space&lt;br /&gt;as every swimmer&lt;br /&gt;knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its increased weight&lt;br /&gt;make&lt;br /&gt;gravity&lt;br /&gt;upwards&lt;br /&gt;master&lt;br /&gt;water like a fish&lt;br /&gt;or like the&lt;br /&gt;bird&lt;br /&gt;like a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrusts him-&lt;br /&gt;self&lt;br /&gt;as&lt;br /&gt;the merging flow of&lt;br /&gt;movement&lt;br /&gt;with-&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;resistance&lt;br /&gt;let them work against each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earth’s attraction&lt;br /&gt;for brief&lt;br /&gt;critical moments&lt;br /&gt;cuts through&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;soft&lt;br /&gt;articulation&lt;br /&gt;leads us to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short&lt;br /&gt;steps&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;occur&lt;br /&gt;in the fluid-gaseous realm&lt;br /&gt;a pool of water&lt;br /&gt;(symbol:&lt;br /&gt;the stairway)&lt;br /&gt;You have to take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are criticising both&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;might say&lt;br /&gt;the men are monks&lt;br /&gt;cloisters&lt;br /&gt;were&lt;br /&gt;subordinated&lt;br /&gt;start out by investigating&lt;br /&gt;the naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go on studying anatomy&lt;br /&gt;muscles&lt;br /&gt;ligaments&lt;br /&gt;a bundle of wire-like fibres&lt;br /&gt;tendons&lt;br /&gt;of which organs and organism are&lt;br /&gt;interlocked&lt;br /&gt;to the periphery&lt;br /&gt;a special task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one has&lt;br /&gt;touched&lt;br /&gt;contains&lt;br /&gt;energies&lt;br /&gt;by consuming time&lt;br /&gt;which despite the fundamental&lt;br /&gt;appear in groups&lt;br /&gt;the linguistic expression&lt;br /&gt;I make friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without an auxiliary&lt;br /&gt;verb&lt;br /&gt;organic bond&lt;br /&gt;three&lt;br /&gt;parts&lt;br /&gt;In view&lt;br /&gt;the undoubted difficulty&lt;br /&gt;clearly&lt;br /&gt;spokes of the little wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which&lt;br /&gt;complex&lt;br /&gt;organs in light&lt;br /&gt;and air&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;flower&lt;br /&gt;opens&lt;br /&gt;one or two tiny leaves&lt;br /&gt;does not reckon on fatigue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distinguish two&lt;br /&gt;an absolute&lt;br /&gt;things that&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;growth&lt;br /&gt;the involuntary&lt;br /&gt;machine: the heart&lt;br /&gt;it takes time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111701625193388234?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111701625193388234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111701625193388234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/05/heartwork.html' title='heartwork'/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111692723874391808</id><published>2005-05-24T12:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:46:25.325+03:00</updated><title type='text'>heartwork (coda)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/5910/640/agnes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/5910/320/agnes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      this&lt;br /&gt;                  can be&lt;br /&gt;                       a connective&lt;br /&gt;                      process&lt;br /&gt;                     water comes from the sky&lt;br /&gt;    I guide my curve upwards&lt;br /&gt;                  and complete the&lt;br /&gt;                     circle in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;            help it to keep its path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to extend our limited human&lt;br /&gt;                   cudgel prolongs&lt;br /&gt;                       and&lt;br /&gt;                    increases&lt;br /&gt;                      striking&lt;br /&gt;                     power&lt;br /&gt;                     providing&lt;br /&gt;                 the target and satisfying&lt;br /&gt;                     a kind of arrow that we made out of a hairpin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                man is half&lt;br /&gt;                 prisoner&lt;br /&gt;                      half&lt;br /&gt;                     borne on wings&lt;br /&gt;                       through&lt;br /&gt;                      awareness&lt;br /&gt;                       of&lt;br /&gt;                  the tragicomic&lt;br /&gt;                   Unlike the divine creatures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               born with only&lt;br /&gt;                     one&lt;br /&gt;                       angel’s wing&lt;br /&gt;              forever trying&lt;br /&gt;                       to fly&lt;br /&gt;                     I wished&lt;br /&gt;                      to&lt;br /&gt;                  capture the&lt;br /&gt;                    to keep its path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    without friction&lt;br /&gt;                infinite&lt;br /&gt;                spiritual&lt;br /&gt;                  The tragedy of&lt;br /&gt;                  simultaneous helplessness&lt;br /&gt;                       Whither?&lt;br /&gt;                      bondage&lt;br /&gt;                       release&lt;br /&gt;                    peak of movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      this&lt;br /&gt;                  source of&lt;br /&gt;                      man’s&lt;br /&gt;                   contra-&lt;br /&gt;                    diction&lt;br /&gt;          his physical weakness&lt;br /&gt;and his ideal ability to measure&lt;br /&gt;                 the earth and the cosmos&lt;br /&gt;                    he keeps breaking his arms and legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for Agnes Martin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111692723874391808?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111692723874391808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111692723874391808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/05/heartwork-coda.html' title='heartwork (coda)'/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111687995695245190</id><published>2005-05-23T23:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:17:49.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A flame flickers&lt;br /&gt;and is ready to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I love you&lt;br /&gt;then I love everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thread of softness&lt;br /&gt;that frees me from distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to eat&lt;br /&gt;strawberries &amp;amp; tofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peace that’s felt&lt;br /&gt;when company leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem a gentle texture&lt;br /&gt;of twining energies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the mood changes&lt;br /&gt;yet remains the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111687995695245190?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111687995695245190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111687995695245190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/05/flame-flickers.html' title=''/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111687974160006327</id><published>2005-05-22T23:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:20:03.031+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Writing by the warm glow&lt;br /&gt;of a single candle - hand crafted in Bali -&lt;br /&gt;a Christmas present from the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a fountain pen - cost price&lt;br /&gt;from Paperchase in Covent Garden -&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting up in bed - a futon -&lt;br /&gt;found - almost new - in a skip&lt;br /&gt;by the vicarage in Kentish Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snug under a feather &amp; down duvet&lt;br /&gt;collected from the Argos in Gloucester&lt;br /&gt;by Pip in her big red Saab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comforting sound of rain on the&lt;br /&gt;roof - redolent of some childhood time&lt;br /&gt;the details of which I have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I now recall - or rather&lt;br /&gt;feel - a holiday in Somerset -&lt;br /&gt;perhaps my fondest memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the bed a stack of poetry - Zukofsky&lt;br /&gt;(Deborah Birmingham 2002) - Herbert (myself&lt;br /&gt;Manchester 1975) - Williams (Heron London 1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on a handsome new book -&lt;br /&gt;A Quiet Life - by my friend&lt;br /&gt;Pat Francis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the rain has stopped -&lt;br /&gt;just the sound of my breathing&lt;br /&gt;and these words in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting &amp;amp; writing - entangled &amp;&lt;br /&gt;content - in &amp;amp; with - a life &amp; world&lt;br /&gt;of generosity &amp;amp; connectedness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111687974160006327?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the rain&lt;br /&gt;Has come in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell&lt;br /&gt;Of mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mildew&lt;br /&gt;In the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clarinet&lt;br /&gt;In pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the&lt;br /&gt;Floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each moment&lt;br /&gt;A moment of grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can the heart&lt;br /&gt;Feel so warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the skin’s&lt;br /&gt;So cold?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111687949710980075?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111687949710980075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111687949710980075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://driftsofice.blogspot.com/2005/05/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>Steven Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04595359310693222976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6hGTDW2rVY/Rqun1t_PFKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2qDqVcp2vOM/s400/swm26.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13108308.post-111684255733234303</id><published>2005-05-20T12:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:19:02.060+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A music so dense&lt;br /&gt;as to be unfathomable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mist ascends, clears the air&lt;br /&gt;and obliterates all landmarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes at the back of the head relax&lt;br /&gt;and connect like hypothalmic threads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretching clears the head&lt;br /&gt;and can be painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is simply weakness&lt;br /&gt;leaving the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting each day anew we acquire&lt;br /&gt;clarity rather than momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variety’s the very spice of life&lt;br /&gt;and a change is as good as a rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is peering at the world&lt;br /&gt;through the bars of a prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart and mind together&lt;br /&gt;like an open rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sometimes painful and sometimes beautiful&lt;br /&gt;but usually it’s both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtracting self reveals what’s really there;&lt;br /&gt;this is softness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and the world smiles with you&lt;br /&gt;cry and you cry alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what’s given truly connects&lt;br /&gt;then magic happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry about winning or losing&lt;br /&gt;just engage and let nature take her course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be suspicious,&lt;br /&gt;nature may have got it wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have any force&lt;br /&gt;it is in mobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is movement and everywhere is the same movement&lt;br /&gt;simply transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab the tail of the dragon&lt;br /&gt;and don’t let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat of passion&lt;br /&gt;burns through fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear defines the present&lt;br /&gt;passion defies the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No answers&lt;br /&gt;only methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internal is what is here&lt;br /&gt;the external is what is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here there and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;all is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yielding – the art of engaging.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it’s always time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only truth is heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;and we fight for what we love not are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is it’s own rescue, for we&lt;br /&gt;are but it’s trembling Emblems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing called love&lt;br /&gt;but the one Spinozan substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rolling stone gathers no moss&lt;br /&gt;but a rolling snowball gets bigger &amp; bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All goes onward &amp;amp; outward&lt;br /&gt;nothing collapses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open to let life surge in out &amp;amp; through&lt;br /&gt;no time for pleasure pain truth or beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is undone business I speak of this morning&lt;br /&gt;with the world stretching out from my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13108308-111684255733234303?l=driftsofice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111684255733234303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13108308/posts/default/111684255733234303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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