Category: art, poetry, unusual, surreal, strange, dreams, everyday reality, fiction, imagination, stream of consciousness, prose, poetry, poets, writing
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Poem by Robert Desnos
Robert Desnos I’ve Dreamed of You So Much I’ve dreamed of you so much that you’re losing your reality. Is it already too late for me to embrace your living and breathing body and to kiss that mouth which is the birthplace of that voice so dear to me? I’ve dreamed of you so much…
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The Universal Truck Of Humanity
well, here we go: a four wheeled truck creeps up the mountain path ( my breathing deepens immediately as I write this first non-sense, or hidden -sense line) (the voices in this Hema cafe chatter and choppy-sea around me. pleasantly busy. different cultures) the truck flies every flag of every nationality. it is universal ,…
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Thoughts at christmas Eve December 2015
25-12-15 … went to the English Reform Church in middle of Amsterdam last night … really beautiful building … joined about 2,000 people, queuing outside for the Christmas Eve Carol service. We slowly went in through a small door. Inside: high vaulted ceiling and real organ playing. The singing made the decorated rafters shake… it…
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diary entry for today: rubbish tip beauty , present moment recycling thoughts, the rich tapestry of Tony Chapman’s “reality”
22nd Dec 15 So many things to say. Chair scrapes accross the plastic tiles behind me in this cafe. Before I started writing I had so many ideas of what to write about in my brain. Now I start I don’t know which idea to use first. I think the first thing is: people actually…
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19-12-15 so, finally made ANOTHER Clay figure! while tele was on – washing machine working quite well, will make bed tomorrow (Ikea bed). 20-12-15 well it seems Ireally do havea digital diary I am using to record my thoughts , it really does work. Lying in bed at 6:00 am, ! NOW, in Hema, Santa…
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hello 137 by Tony Chapman
Outside birds sing … dawn chorus … faint light appears through the skylight above me … a hum and the faint tap of my Spen stylus … me trying to write about what is in this moment … tiredness behind my eyes … apps are the Alladins cave … I lie awake all night searching…