Monthly Archives: September 2014

The Eye

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

The Eye We meet betwixt, between this two-way mirrored miracle of waking and of dreaming sight, my “inner” and my “outer” self. We are one whole. Let’s celebrate the eye in all its shapes and colors and what’s behind it … Continue reading →

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On the Symbolism of Language at the Time of the Restoration of the Statue of Liberty

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

On the Symbolism of Language at the Time of the Restoration of the Statue of Liberty I dedicate this poem to my husband, Haigaz Kaboolian, who arrived at Ellis Island from Armenia, and to our first born, our daughter , … Continue reading →

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From Places Very Far And Distant

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

To hear the author reciting her poem, accompanied by Wayne Thiel on guitar, click here (visual effects also by Wayne) From places very far and distant, yet measured not in time or distance, but rather in a wink, a blink, a … Continue reading →

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Thoughts

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

THOUGHTS My thoughts are wandering over trees and over hills and valleys. They pierce through globes and stars and all yet don’t know how all tallies. They are so fast, much faster still than speed of light for travel, and … Continue reading →

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Life is Now

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Life is Now How grateful I am, how happy, that out of so many creatures I was picked to have a soul, to be able to think and be part of the human race. I did not ask to be … Continue reading →

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Universal Ideas

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Universal Ideas I often wonder where I fit into this universe. There’s microcosm, macrocosm, animal, mineral, plant. So tell me, someone, where I fit? Or maybe one could grant, that as a human being there’s everything in me? Microcosm, macrocosm, … Continue reading →

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Land of What

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

LAND OF WHAT Drowsy state twixt dream and sleep, words unflutter towards the deep soothing calm of nothingness. ‘Tween one moment and the next I’m asleep. There’s no fear within my bones. Else how could this gently healing passive seeming … Continue reading →

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Sound of the Siren

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

SOUND OF THE SIREN It could be the sound of the Second World War. But it’s 1984: and it’s only the sound of a siren. She is from London. I’m from Berlin. We met at the home of a friend, … Continue reading →

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Swallow

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

SWALLOW Fly, my thought, And like the swallow Fly high, fly low For I shall follow. Belief makes matter I have found. It’s not the other way around. Turn the word ‘live’ around, Spell evil. Is this what’s meant By … Continue reading →

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It is the Light

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

IT IS THE LIGHT It is the light Which cannot know Its own bright flame But must project itself Into the darkness Without which It is Nothing. The sun Can’t see or sense The blessings It radiates and showers All … Continue reading →

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