[NetBehaviour] saz cumbus, the perfect of the harvest, shorn

Alan Sondheim sondheim at panix.com
Fri Aug 9 03:55:07 CEST 2013


saz cumbus, the perfect of the harvest, shorn

http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/sazcumbus2.mp3 (best)
http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/sazcumbus2.mp3

saz cumbus with sarangi bow

many happy melodies here been thinking about harvest
festivals and such

farmer's harvest is rich, and the next year hailstorms are his ruin.
the harvesting
and (reap) gather harvest
otherwise, it's the harvest of shame,
harvesting, harvested, disenchanted.
in autumn the harvesting in winter the hiding, concealing,
devote one's efforts to sowing and reaping, and
in autumn the harvesting in winter the hiding, concealing
the moon and the harvesting of the harvest sun.
the fullness of the harvest. Daishin Nikuko galloped away,
singing,
"Oh endless harvesting, endless gloom!"
my you forget you do not have a past. is yours. */maize harvest/*
i love your feelings, existence-meshine ...  */second harvest oats/*
singing,
"~ comes ~ the heat ~ goes ~ in autumn ~"
"~ comes ~ the heat ~ goes ~ in autumn ~"
in autumn the harvesting in winter the hiding, concealing
and in autumn the harvesting in winter the hiding, concealing
and, there, where the agave is collected,
in the duskharvesting, the duskharvesting
and the great holiday of the aporia of the interstices
sowing and reaping, leaving heaven, serving
and the measure word, the harvesting of service and youth
savour curse youth smite while remaineth seedtime and
Jennifer, I call my thing Julu, I call my thing the reaper,
Jennifer, I call my thin g Julu, I call my thing the reaper,
and every thought, every final thought, has been born,
galloping,
and disenchanted
and harvesting the sun, I heard
speaking of absence in the signs of absence,
the sound of writing in the sun, and in autumn, artifice
comeing - heat - goes - autumn - the winter hiding,
comes the heat goes in autumn in autumn the harvesting in winter
ah! n autumn ah! he harvesting ah! n winter ah! he hiding,
harvesting winter scroll, ghost text falling from cherry
in sunset and down, interior and disenchanted, of any thought,
of finality,
there, where the agave is gathered, and shorn




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