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Archie Randolph Ammons -Beautiful Woman-
2006-11-28 03:33:02 Beautiful Woman Archie Randolph Ammons (1926- ) The springin her stephas turned tofall Mujer bonita La primaveraa su pasose ha convertido enotoño.
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Archie Randolph Ammons -Their sex life-
2006-11-28 03:33:02 Their sex life Archie Randolph Ammons (1926- ) One failure onTop of another Su vida sexual Un fracaso encima del otro
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Archie Randolph Ammons -The incomplete life-
2006-05-11 23:07:00 The incomplete lifeArchie Randolph Ammons (1926- )At the extremetip ofthe future isdeath, of course,and shortof that something notmuch like life,a careless caringand pain perhapsone'sceasing ceases: anexperience whoseexperience shuts experience down:at themoment one hasthe whole world's way tosay oneis beyond words,just words,just beyond words. La vida es incompletaEn el puntoextremo delfuturo está la muerte, por supuesto,y a poca distanciade eso algo no muy parecido a la vida,una inquietud despreocupaday dolor tal vez el cesar de unocesa: unaexperiencia cuyaexperiencia cierrela experiencia:en elmomento que uno tienetoda la manera del mundo dedecir que unoestá más allá de las palabras,sólo palabras,sólo más allá de las palabras.
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Archie Randolph Ammons -Glare- 27. How wonderful to be able to write...
2006-05-11 22:49:00 GlareArchie Randolph Ammons (1926- )27. How wonderful to be able to write...how wonderful to be able to write: it's something you can't do, like playing the piano, without thinking: it's not important thinking, but the strip has to wind, the right keys have to be hit, you have to look to see if you're spelling the words right: maybe it's not the thinking but the concentration, which means the attention is directed outside and focused away from the self, away from obsessive self-monitorings (...) Glare27. Qué maravilloso poder escribir...qué maravilloso poder escribir:es algo que no puedes hacer comotocar el piano, sin pensar:no es un pensamiento importante, pero lacinta tiene que enrollarse, deben golpearselas teclas correctas, tienes que comprobarsi estás escribiendo bien las palabras:tal vez no es el pensarsino...
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Archie Randolph Ammons -Glare- 4. Hear me, O Lord...
2006-05-11 22:48:00 GlareArchie Randolph Ammons (1926- )4. Hear me, O Lord...hear me, O Lord, from the height ofthe high place, where speaking is notnecessary to hearing and hearing isin all languages: hear me, please,have mercy, for I have hurt people,though I think not much and wheremuch never intentionally and I haveaccumulated a memory (and some heavyfantasy) guilt?ridden and as anonreligious person, I have no wayto assuage, relieve, or forgivemyself: I work and work to try toredeem old wrong with present good:but I'm not even sure my good is goodor who it's really for: I figure Ican be forgiven, nearly, at leastby forgiving; that is, by understandingthat others, too, are caught up influrries of passion, of anger andresentment and, my, my, jealousy andthat coincidences and unintentionalaccidents of unwinding ways can'tbe foreknown: what is started here,say, cannot be told just where togo and can't be halted midway andcan't, worst, be broughtback and started over: we are not,O You, at the great...
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Archie Randolph Ammons -Still-
2006-05-11 22:39:00 StillArchie Randolph Ammons (1926- )I said I will find what is lowlyand put the roots of my identitydown there:each day I'll wake upand find the lowly nearby,a handy focus and reminder,a ready measure of my significance,the voice by which I would be heard,the wills, the kinds of selfishnessI couldfreely adopt as my own:but though I have looked everywhere,I can find nothingto give myself to:everything ismagnificent with existence, is insurfeit of glory:nothing is diminished,nothing has been diminished for me:I said what is more lowly than the grass:ah, underneath,a ground-crust of dry-burnt moss:I looked at it closelyand said this can be my habitat: butnestling in Ifoundbelow the brown exteriorgreen mechanisms beyond the intellectawaiting resurrection in rain: so I got upand ran saying there is nothing lowly in the universe:I found a beggar:he had stumps for legs: nobody was payinghim any attention: everybody went on by:I nestled in and found his life:there, love shook his body like...
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