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	<title>Beautiful Cynicism III</title>
	<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca</link>
	<description>Someday, emerging at last from the violent insight</description>
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		<title>Morning at home</title>
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Morning fog as thick as pea soup obscuring the coastline.
Ship&#8217;s whistles and bells echoing in the harbour.
A thin layer of dew spreading over anything and everything left out-of-doors.
Gentle breeze from the inlet sweeping inland, making the windchimes sing.
Birds hopping cautiously on the balcony among the flowers.
Every shade of green surrounding me, from the playful lightness [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/morning-at-home-2917/</link>
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		<title>Fish are jumpin&#8217; and the cotton is high</title>
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You would know in words that which you have always known in thought
you would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams
and it is well you should.
Khalil Gibran
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		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/fish-are-jumpin-and-the-cotton-is-high-2913/</link>
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		<title>Just a thought</title>
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in my mind i always win&#8230;
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		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/just-a-thought-2886/</link>
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		<title>Happy holidays!</title>
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www.someecards.com
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		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/happy-holidays-2-2883/</link>
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		<title>L&#8217;observatrice</title>
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C&#8217;est drôle, un école pendant les vacances. Des immeubles peuplés de rires d&#8217;enfants, des couloirs habitués aux pas lourds de petits pieds. Maintenant, le silence y règne. Et si les murs pouvaient parler? Qu&#8217;est-ce qu&#8217;ils nous raconteraient? En réalité, ils nous parlent tous les jours; c&#8217;est qu&#8217;on ne sait pas les écouter. On pourrait découvrir [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Brain freeze &amp; other problems</title>
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I wandered the hallowed halls of consumerism this evening, making my annual wintry pilgrimage to the mall in search of random trinkets to be excitedly unwrapped three weeks from now. While I adore the Christmas season, and for me the holiday is decidedly secular, I generally despise the Christmas shopping season and all that goes [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/brain-freeze-other-problems-2866/</link>
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		<title>Englishmen had activities</title>
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Has it really come to this?
Weeks slip by, unnoticed: time refuses to stand still. I&#8217;ve always been acutely aware of the passage of time, yet this doesn&#8217;t seem to make me immune to the shock of the realisation that a stretch of time has suddenly passed without fanfare. It&#8217;s been weeks since I&#8217;ve posted, though [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/englishmen-had-activities-2856/</link>
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		<title>Quel joli temps</title>
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Jamais la fin d&#8217;été n&#8217;avait paru si belle
Les vignes de l&#8217;année auront de beaux raisins
On voit se rassembler déjà les hirondelles
Mais il faut se quitter, pourtant l&#8217;on s&#8217;aime bien
Quel joli temps pour se dire au revoir
Quel joli soir pour jouer ses vingt ans
Sur la fumée des cigarettes,
Un amour s&#8217;en va, mon cœur s&#8217;arrête
Quel joli temps [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/quel-joli-temps-2808/</link>
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		<title>A compendium of solitudes</title>
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On the train to Barcelona
out of nowhere, he came
Impish grin,
striking a studious pose in the doorway
We all have demons fast on our tails;
I can&#8217;t help but wonder which ones haunt you.
Pen in hand, cigarette dangling from dry lips
you are near,
releasing particles of yourself into the air between us
I take you in despite my better judgment;
he [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/a-compendium-of-solitudes-2802/</link>
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		<title>On the hunt</title>
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All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. (Anatole France)
For the past several years, I spent nearly every day in a particular neighbourhood in the city. Six months ago, my reason [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/on-the-hunt-2772/</link>
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		<title>Chasing indifference</title>
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Sweep me through your many-chambered heart
if you like, or leave me here, flushed
amid the sap-ooze and blossom: one more dish
in the banquet called April, or think me hard-
won all your days full of women. Weeks
later, till I felt your arms around
me like a shackle, heard all the sundown
wizardries the fired body speaks.
Tell me why, if [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/chasing-indifference-2768/</link>
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		<title>Two thousand and six</title>
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i, asthmatic vegan,
deplore cigarettes &#038; leather
&#160;&#160;but on you their scent is
&#160;&#160;intoxicating

Photo: frigante @ Flickr
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		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/two-thousand-and-six-2760/</link>
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		<title>small hands</title>
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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/small-hands-2755/</link>
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		<title>Annie (February &#8211; July 2010)</title>
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An animal&#8217;s eyes have the power to speak a great language.
-Martin Buber
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		<link>http://www.beautifulcynicism.ca/annie-february-july-2010-2752/</link>
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		<title>Summer&#8217;s eve</title>
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We&#8217;re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we&#8217;re not alone.
-Orson Welles
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