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Notes of the Crescent City Under the honey-dipped moon The city is brewing up a storm Like a voodoo queen’s pot Bubbling with excitement With anticipation I am but one of the ingredients A sacrificed fish, suffocated Gasping for the moist air All things are mixed together Milk chocolate skins and cellulite-free bodies mixed With tourists’ pale paunches Proud flags of Star - Spangled Banner mixed With proud flags of rainbow Smells of sweats and perfumes Cigarettes and weeds Ga

When I first came to this country I was impressed by how different it is politically, now the United States is more and more like China! :-( ------------------------------------------------ Homes may be 'taken' for private projects Justices: Local governments can give OK if it's for public good The Associated Press Updated: 12:23 p.m. ET June 23, 2005 WASHINGTON - The Supreme Court on Thursday ruled that local governments may seize people’s homes and businesses — even against their will

More dads want to be Mr. Mom By Kate Lorenz CareerBuilder.com Today's working dads aren't just satisfied with being Ward Cleaver -- they also want to be Mr. Mom. Although the traditional idea of "dad as breadwinner" remains common, working fathers are becoming more focused on their family lives. CareerBuilder.com's "Working Dads 2005" survey found that the job of stay-at-home dad is increasingly attractive to today's working fathers. The number of dads who say they are willing to give up the

Personal Record Personal record is a phantom I've never seen one But I know it is always there "Don't have a bad grade, don't misbehave" They say, because everything will be put In your personal record Personal record is a shadow I know it follows me eveywhere "You can move from city to city, Danwei to Danwei" They say, but you can't get rid of Your personal record Today I spend 300 Yuan to put My personal record in a retirement home Called "Information Service Center" I imag

笨笨写早上的爵士，我写晚上的。：-) A Late Night Jazz Song Sleepless souls wander in the red lounge In this forgotten hours Through the thick blue smoke There is an awkward child Wearing an adult's outfit I say child if you want to play In a grown-up game You got to know the rules You got to know when to hold Got to know when to fold When to hit the road Got to know who is the big dog Know what and how to talk And get yourself some Ben-ja-min Oh mischievous child tap on my door

Rinsing the hair upside down All the scientists got it wrong: The old memories don’t get lost Or forgot, or buried away They simply vaporized into the air Into tiny little particles Unrecognizable by naked eyes People call it Déjà vu When one day they rest on your skin Then melt on it Then disappear into the pores Then it is all coming back, back to you Like the touch and smell of The huge wool coat that covers you When you wake up in the dark Disoriented, listening quietly, try

小资版： The Death of Grasshoppers by Natural Causes My heart pounds, stomach sickens At every sound of the grasshoppers Smashing on the windshield Like a thousand raindrops A thousand bullets Heat rises from the ground Forming a small mirage Dust storm swirling from the distance The grasshoppers stampede through space Like thousands of tiny asteroids Lifting, thriving, and crushing There is no struggling, no screaming In the death of natural causes Only pulps of fluid dripping dow

Voices from the Past Voices from the past Found a secret passage To travel through time Into my sub-consciousness I was a child again Disturbed, twisting and turning Reaching out for security My baby senses the intrusion Her alarming cry tears through the night Voices from the past recede Hastily, like a vampire In the presence of divinity

The Wood Finishing Painting the wood under the southern sun Using small gentle strokes Tracing down the grain with my fingertips Feeling a larger force brushing over me Whoever you are Wherever you are Do a good wood finishing on me For I may be ragged, out of fashion I was made solid, and I will endure Sand me a clean surface Sand off the sticking stains and The bruises of the memories Paint me a rich coat of color Paint an unmistakable boldness An unapologetic excellence Then co

I like the Death of Salesman very much. http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/books/02/11/obit.miller/index.html

The Game I Play to Myself First came the anxiety Knowing that time is near Time has come Time has passed Leaving nothing tangible Nothing sustainable Next came the evasion Happily and blissfully losing my track In the ashes of time Oh so innocently Then there was a major breakdown Drowning in the addiction of Whatever I put my hands on And in case you don't know the difference: Addiction is all the highs without the fun Then repeat the step 1,2,3 It forms a vicious cycle, a down

O say can you See The next trend come to thee So you are a refined man The citizen of the globe Can say "hello" in seven languages And "I love you" in eight The world is like a buffet Served to you in a silver plate The Pharoah the Allah the Buddha The Kabbalah the Karma the Ka Since when the world became a fashion show A cultural Safari if you will Observe behind the safety window You come, you shoot, you go but --- can you see it If it is not in a souvenir shop can you see it If

Chicago Impression Lying still, let the citylights be the starlights Let the mysterious Jazz fill the room Bring me back to my senses My past, my home Night train swims silently, Seclusively, like a giant anaconda Creeping into people's lives Creeping into people's dreams Into the darker side of the town Dim light hovering over the dining table Over unfinished dishes and a beer bottle The abandoned center stage On the busy Michigan Avenue a ghost wanders around Can't rest in peace

Razor Sharp I don't do the warmly wimpy The baby blabbering stuff I don't do breeze, blossom, snow, moon I do groceries, laundries, bills, diapers I only want to be razor sharp, Sharp, sharp, sharp Cut through the flesh Cut through the bone Cut through the crap Every housewife knows how annoying it is To have a kitchen knife that is dull Baby is crying People are waiting And there you are like a dummy Wrestling with the meat I only want to know the truth (The whole truth and noth

An Apology Letter to a Chicken It is probably too late anyway I will probably go to hell anyway But let's recall our brief encounter shall we In the sunny golden day of May Here is how you do it, says the biology teacher Put your thumb and finger under her tiny wings --- A little closer, that is where the lungs are And give it a squeeze, quick and firm And now that her winds are out, Use the scissors to cut open the skin on the belly Mind you don't break the tissue between the skin and

One for Mother It is so hard to find a birthday card for you You don't fit into any category You don't fit into anything actually A mother (don't even want to be one) A daughter, or a wife But you are the light, you are the way An encyclopedia in an unstable mind How could you manage to be Such a know-it-all and such a failure? And those mismatched socks and shoes Sooooo embarrassing Why don't you cut your hair short like other old ladies You know is is growing thin, and gray No lemm

A Visit to the Junk Yard Have you been to the graveyard Of the automobiles Must be the most dreadful place On the earth you will be Under the scorching sun In the heated dirt the cadavers lay Broken glasses signaling back Smashed, shattered bones Inside the electrified fences (The deceased must tried to escape?) Peeking through the iron door Says the black watchman "No pictures allowed" Must be the most dreadful profession In the world he has A moment ago you were my pride A mo

看介绍说he has been been viewed as an uncompromising determinist. 我以为determinist的 调子都是悲惨的，可发现他们也可以很滑稽。 A MAN SAID TO THE UNIVERSE A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation." I SAW A MAN PURSUING THE HORIZON I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round the sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. "It is futile," I said, "You can never ---" "You

不要太辛苦的那种。可以请大家提些建议吗？ 请问阿珊的旅行论坛在何处？以前看过的，找不到了。