{"id":1233786,"date":"2005-05-12T18:07:00","date_gmt":"2005-05-12T18:07:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/2005\/05\/12\/Smertelnaya-jizn\/"},"modified":"2007-11-26T00:07:06","modified_gmt":"2007-11-26T00:07:06","slug":"Smertelnaya-jizn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/?p=1233786","title":{"rendered":"\u00f4\u00ee\u00f2\u00ee.\u00f1\u00e0\u00e9\u00f2 | \u00ea\u00ee\u00ec\u00ef. \u00e8\u00f1\u00ea\u00f3\u00f1\u00f1\u00f2\u00e2\u00ee | Smertelnaya jizn."},"content":{"rendered":"<div class='sustuff'>Stumbleupon <a href='http:\/\/bunty.stumbleupon.com\/review\/1233786\/'>Review<\/a> of :<br \/>\n\t<a href='http:\/\/www.photosight.ru\/photo.php?photoid=857350&#038;refid=14'>http:\/\/www.photosight.ru\/photo.php?photoid=857350&#038;refid=14<\/a><a href='http:\/\/www.stumbleupon.com\/url\/www.photosight.ru\/photo.php%3Fphotoid=857350%2526refid=14'><img src='http:\/\/bunty.tv\/images\/smallstumble.png'><\/a>\n<\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.photosight.ru\/photo.php?photoid=857350&#038;ref=section&#038;refid=14\"><img border=\"0\" vspace=\"20\" src=\"http:\/\/img70.imageshack.us\/img70\/1889\/8573503dm.jpg\" \/><\/a>\n<\/div>\n<p><font color=\"gray\"><br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/underclocker.com\/albums\/ed\/clr.gif\" border=\"0\" width=\"225\" height=\"1450\" align=\"left\" \/><br \/>\n<i>A-a-a-a<\/i><br \/>\nhere it is the grid of presence closing<\/p>\n<p>the hot stone dust in your nose and<br \/>\nwhat must be said <\/p>\n<p>scratch-scratching till the screen weeps blood:<\/p>\n<p><i>I was in the hospital.  <\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>This, they must take out.<\/i><br \/>\n<i>                    And this, perhaps.  <\/i><br \/>\n<i>Also&#8230;<\/i><\/p>\n<p>motionless day turning<\/p>\n<p>\ndarkness of your eye turning yellow<br \/>\ndoors wires closures <br \/>\nmy ignorance which won&#8217;t look you in the eye<br \/>\nthe desert never looks you in the eye<br \/>\nat the ordinary name of illness its polished <\/p>\n<p>general ward.<\/p>\n<p>But the body is inconsolable<\/p>\n<p>this is the burnt mouth the closed eye<br \/>\neverything passes through<\/p>\n<p>\na dry place on your skin<\/p>\n<p>can I touch it?<br \/>\nPutting my hand into the wound of presence<br \/>\nbecause I don&#8217;t doubt<br \/>\nthough this truth was born lying<\/p>\n<p>an ulcer in a clear sky<br \/>\n(only you were breathless.  You knew<br \/>\nin the honeycomb of your cells)<\/p>\n<p>clear as skin<\/p>\n<p>\npresence multiplies burning itself under our feet<\/p>\n<p>a dry wind<\/p>\n<p>light cut open explodes black<br \/>\nblades along the mountain:<\/p>\n<p>\nwho will cut you?<\/p>\n<p>Dark slopes of what-must-be-done.<\/p>\n<p><i>Of the twelve-fold choruses<\/i><br \/>\n<i>I can tell you five,<\/i><br \/>\n<i>five for the holy ulcers,<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>six for the night candles:<\/i><br \/>\n<i>of the twelve times over<\/i><br \/>\n<i>eight for the joys we don&#8217;t understand.<\/i><br \/>\n<i>Of the twelve-fold mysteries<\/i><br \/>\n<i>I tell you nine,<\/i><br \/>\n<i>nine for the nine months&#8217; waiting<\/i><\/p>\n<p>\ntwo for the figures in a burning valley.<\/p>\n<p>Somewhere below is a town branching with lindens<br \/>\nstreets and clinics<br \/>\nin the shadow of the mountains<br \/>\ncurtains, tubes, the closed figure of a man<\/p>\n<p>whose turn it is to lie down.<\/p>\n<p>In the desert black light bleaches the scorpion <br \/>\nmark of love.<\/p>\n<p>Two figures in a desert.<\/p>\n<p>\nTo love is always to lose.<br \/>\nTwo figures.<br \/>\nThis is the uncertain line of story the moving finger<br \/>\nthis is touch.<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/underclocker.com\/albums\/ed\/clr.gif\" border=\"0\" width=\"700\" height=\"2\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/underclocker.com\/albums\/ed\/clr.gif\" border=\"0\" width=\"680\" height=\"20\" align=\"left\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/maggles.stumbleupon.com\/\">&#960;<\/a><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Stumbleupon Review of : http:\/\/www.photosight.ru\/photo.php?photoid=857350&#038;refid=14 A-a-a-a here it is the grid of presence closing the hot stone dust in your nose and what must be said scratch-scratching till the screen weeps blood: I was in the hospital. 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