Poetry
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confess if you will or don’t
confess if you will or don’tthat you’d have bedded your hand on a bible to swearto the lies that you had no want to seethe rouge on her cheek to hearhow her voice soundedto smell the alcohol in her perfumeto taste her kisses lieand tell me you wanted only to ask her name Continue reading
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Video: i never thought as i carried her over the threshold -03
Hi: Here’s the third segment of the poem: Continue reading
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let’s speak of nora
let’s speak of noraforsake what you vowed that night at the elector’s ball when once you saw her across the dance floorthen looked at her a hundred timeswhen your religion becamethe hamster urge that’s buttonedcaged in your embroidered jerkin Continue reading
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Video: i never thought as i carried her over the threshold 02
Here’s the link to the second segment of the poem: https://youtube.com/shorts/0mONfMt10zM?si=YcCE3WCBilmfJ3BB And the link to the print version of the poem: https://jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2024/07/28/i-never-thought-as-i-carried-her-over-the-threshold/ Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) xx
robbers and the rulersof the domains through which you’d gothey watch the roads for passing fortunes they can seizeor for fortunate people they can spend on a ransom rather than four guilders paid at the first of each of the five months that followpay for the first three months when he signsand for the last Continue reading
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Video: i never thought as i carried her over the threshold 01
With some encouragement of friends I’ve decided to video record myself speaking segments of “i never thought as i carried her over the threshold.” I’d hoped to record the entire poem at one point, but that was before my chronic shortness of breath due to COPD. The reason I post the video by sharing the Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) ixx
an apprentice should be tempted to abandon his apprenticeship pay double what’s paid to an apprentice four guilders when he signsor makes his mark at the bottom of the page Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) xviii
to the bottom of a first page of parchment sew the topof a secondand to the bottom of the second sewthe top of a thirdsew until the page islong enough to host the names of two thousand menand beside their names their signatures or their marks Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) xvii
xviitell him you want to find a man like heone who plays watten1 at a table in a tavernwho sits naked in the smock he sleeps ina nightshirt bought from a ragmanwhite linen unwashed time yellowed tannedby fireplace smoke and sweattrousers fadedto beige and threadbarebarefoota squatter from an abandoned housewith a wife to return to Continue reading
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(the horatio monologues) xvi
want his wife to behis accomplice who removesthe purse from the pouchthe brooch on a chain from the neckthe ruby on the ring from the finger removesthe doublet of brocade from the torsothe pluderhosen (1) made of silk from the trunkpointed poulaines (2) from the feet wanthis wife to chew a leaf of henbane (3) Continue reading
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