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About Lucie Brock- Broida’s “Real Life”
About Lucie Brock- Broida’s “Real Life” As I was scrolling through my Facebook feed on Monday, after having posted the previous blog earlier in the day, I discovered Lucie Brock- Broida’s (1956- 2018) poem, “Real Life” (poets.org>poem>real-life). I say discovered because I’d never encountered the poem before. “Real Life” was published in Brock- Broida’s first… Continue reading
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collegienstrasse had changed
collegienstrasse had changedrapidly from a dusk shadedcobblestone garden from where many youthful voices had climbed like vinesand the youthful laughter of many had bloomedrapidly changed to a street fallowed for the night wherethe students who were the seeds from where all those voicesand all that laughter had sproutedthe students had gone homeand the avenue had… Continue reading
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paracelsus arrived
paracelsus arrivedbefore the west gatewas unlockedwhile he waitedto ask the watchmanif the pestilence had cometo wittenberg before he hadthe east gate was opened like an eyeand the morning’s early sunthat had risen from where it waitedits shining entered the town like a tide Continue reading
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paracelsus who was
paracelsus who wasphysician at basel on the day the pestilence arrivedonce said there was no cloudover the town that day no stormfrom where a first raindrop felland another then a thirdthen a quarter of a delugean evil helios climbed the sky that dayand from midday shonedown on a first in the squarethe first felt his… Continue reading
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the mouth on the horizon appears
the mouth on the horizon appearsto open wide as a yawn and full of firethe highway appears to comeout of the mouth toward you like a dawn long and thin asphalt cigarfrom behind the windshield of a car the apparatus of an eye looks up the highway into the blinding brilliance in the mouth sees… Continue reading
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there came a messenger once
there came a messenger oncein august it wasearly september late in the afternoonhis horsesweat lathered and panting he rodethrough the archway to the frontdoors the heavy oak doors to our priviledgehe brought instruction for besserercharles’ armies had occupiedstuttgart it was pillaged and burnedulm was taxed into destitution and submissionwhen others of his classmates here had… Continue reading
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from denmark hamlet brought silver
from denmark hamlet brought silverspeciedalers and croninand so he paid to wear the black robeand the recognition from the towns’ folkthat he was a student hereso he paid for admissioninto these corridors of ignorance and revelationadmission to these classroomswhere both daydreams and fascinations werebrought to the tablefor me he boughtmemories of how he kneltat his… Continue reading
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instructed
instructedin my first hourhere by the danish kingto share his chamber with mehis meals and his clothing his booksi possessed nothing and hamlethe was his father’s desired sonthe student favouredby the dean of philosophyalberti who instructed himto show me the townto be a host to me Continue reading
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tomorrow
when the shadows of short boys stretchlong on the cobble stones of collegien strasse when they stretch toward the westand toward town square tomorrow early showthis erasmus the way to the market Continue reading
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he’s new to wittenberg
he’s new to wittenbergthis erasmus who arrivedyesterday in the afternoonone of a companywho sat on horsesin the street before the universityhis father an anton from torgaulast night enrolledhis son in the faculty of law Continue reading
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my father delivered me from
my father delivered me fromthose accusations that pursued me in romefrom the trials thatawaited me in my future from my refusals to recant or renounce from the tortures from my executionmine was the face of a boy thenbefore beard growth and bare as a woman’sfather starched away and chalkedthe dark of my southern complexionmy familiarity… Continue reading
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