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to whom love is not only a crucial,
but an indispensable experience,
which entitles them to
mistake it for a universal one..........
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-Hannah Arendt-
From Shanmugam Subramaniam (எஸ்.சண்முகம்)
http://izquotes.com/quote/6569
“In order to go on living one must try to escape the death involved in perfectionism.”
―Hannah Arendt
“There are no dangerous thoughts; thinking itself is dangerous.”
―Hannah Arendt

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Hannah
                                    Also    -  Gabrielle Rose
 Crucial
       
                                                            (Vital)
Indispensable
                               
                                    (Obligatory?)
 An
                                    essence
A kiss 
An embrace:
(Hannah
 said, “Poets are the only people to
                                    whom love is not only a crucial, but
 an indispensable experience, which entitles them to mistake it for a 
universal one.”)
You forgive
Me 
For mistaking
Love.
 Gabrielle
 Rose is an adjunct faculty member of Hamline
                                    University's English Department. She
 is a freelance essayist and poet. Her latest essay, "Murder and Myth: 
Coping with Unsolved
                                    Homicide" was published in the 
Spring 2010 issue of the journal, Confluence.
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
 
                                    
memory is an indeterminate haiku
in the archives
the oldest figures – matrons
hemming cheongsams
the animus
dressed in bengatta silk
naha as pale as you
š
a haiku is a road song by the inch
this empty dust road
rising to meet us, grey setts
our constellation
truism in sheaf –
all human beings
by nature desire knowledge
aristotle smiled
at its necessity
and his need to sing it whole
trees lining both sides
a bosc pear drops to the earth
                                    
spins, nodding axis
š
a haiku is a wheel and axle
not so willingly
we set off, viola wings –
hills, island, cloud, sky
soundless
this arbitrary pleasure
of choral lyric
who is your keeper?
the ties that bind – nine
                                    rhapsodies
willow flutes, ether
Desmond
 Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé has edited
                                    more than 10 books and co-produced 3
 audio books, several pro bono for non-profit organizations. A recipient
 of the Singapore
                                    Internationale Grant and Dr Hiew 
Siew Nam Academic Award, he has recent or forthcoming work in Caper 
Literary Journal,
                                    Cricket Online Review, Dark Sky, 
Fence, Grey Sparrow, Presence, Nano Fiction, Spilling Ink Review, Spork 
Press, Sugar Mule,
                                    and Write From Wrong Magazine.
 Also working in clay, Desmond sculpts commemorative ceramic pieces for 
his Potter
                                    Poetics Collection. These works are 
housed in museums and private collections in India, the Netherlands, the
 UK and the US.
Sara Basrai
Inspired by Afternoon at the Art Museum
yellow
doggone sun strikes
yellow bricks
binds in rings 
yellow drapes stroke
lemons in bowl
sunflowers sun on sill
banana curls in hand
seas of marigolds
sway on hips
yellow teeth smile
through strands
of string blonde hair
she waves at    
                                    ?
her citrine gemstone
catches light
Sara Basrai presently lives In New
                                    York City, but is originally from London. Her work appears or is forthcoming in 34th Parallel, Grey Sparrow Press, Little
                                    Episodes, Battered Suitcase and Cantera Press, among others. Besides writing, Sara loves to explore the USA
                                    with her young family and to play with her cat, Nory.
                                    
Amy MacLennan
Green Olives with Medjool Dates
Sweetness to take the tang
from the salt. Similar opposites.
Like built and guilt—one high, one low.
As when your life
strips you down: you look up.
Even when it all
stings deep, a memory
of sugar in your mouth.
š
If You Write a Love Letter to Disappointment
Allow brevity. Allow sweetness.
Allow smudged ink.
Do not use exclamation points.
Do not speak in the third person.
Bring your best paper. Tolerate
the passage of time. You may
drink water. Try not to drink wine.
Write alone, but imagine
others in the room.
Use adjectives if you like,
and end sentences with prepositions.
Do not repeat yourself. Invite
generosity, permit humor.
Avoid sarcasm, but accept grief.
Draft the letter as if
you could only write it once.
Use a long salutation
and a short goodbye.
Amy MacLennan has been published in Hayden's Ferry Review, River Styx, Linebreak, Cimarron
                                    Review, Folio and Rattle. Her poems have appeared in the anthologies Not a Muse from Haven Books and
                                    Eating Her Wedding Dress: A Collection of Clothing Poems
 from Ragged Sky Press. One of her poems is available as
                                    a downloadable broadside from 
Broadsided Press, and she has an article appearing in the 2011 Poet's 
Market.
Margaret Walther
Billowing Curtain, Near La Spezia           
                                    
(Linda Butler, black & white photograph)
silk veil/ frock
of spill—
lets in the gulf’s white sprig of air
citrus vowels/ the consonant’s pine-green contour—
wicks the room like a harp/ a seaweed 
harpsichord—
baptismal smock/ chemise
of sluice—
may the breeze scrape me with a lapis
god’s salty breath—
shift/ skiff 
my frenetic body to stem/ mind to perfumed leaf—
silk-sleeve me/ negligee
me dolce—
Margaret Walther is a retired librarian from the Denver metro area and a past president of Columbine
                                    Poets, an organization to promote poetry in Colorado.  She has poems published
                                    or forthcoming in many journals, including Connecticut Review, anderbo.com, Quarterly West, Naugatuck River Review, Fugue,
                                    The Anemone Sidecar, A cappella Zoo, and Nimrod. She won the Many Mountains Moving 2009 Poetry Contest.  Two of her poems published in the online journal In Posse Review
                                    in 2010 were selected by Web del Sol for its e-SCENE best of the Literary Journals.
                                    
Mayakovsky
 Love
again.
Poets are the only peoplefor us
to usis no paradise of arbor—
love
teII us. humming.that the stalled motor
of the hearthas started to work
again.
to whom love is not only a crucial,
but an indispensable experience,
which entitles them to
mistake it for a universal one..........
https://www.facebook.com/lmanimekalai/posts/10152572349462645
-Hannah Arendt-
From Shanmugam Subramaniam (எஸ்.சண்முகம்)
http://izquotes.com/quote/6569
“In order to go on living one must try to escape the death involved in perfectionism.”
―Hannah Arendt
“There are no dangerous thoughts; thinking itself is dangerous.”
―Hannah Arendt
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“The
 hypocrite's crime is that he bears false witness against himself. What 
makes it so plausible to assume that hypocrisy is the vice of vices is 
that integrity can indeed exist under the cover of all other vices 
except this one. Only crime and the criminal, it is true, confront us 
with the perplexity of radical evil; but only the hypocrite is really 
rotten to the core.” ―Hannah Arendt 
“Only the mob and the elite can be attracted by the momentum of totalitarianism itself. The masses have to be won by propaganda.” 
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