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Andrea Johanne
12 November 1987
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Beauty And The Beast
By Jaimes Alsop

The Beast

Knowing how you loved the birds
I fixed them to the trees
so they wouldn't fly away.
So you would stay.

And you remained silent
and never questioned my bloody palms
or reproached me the birds
because they didn't sing.

It couldn't last, of course.
No new birds came and those crucified
were taken by small animals or simply
disappeared from the nails.
I was sure then that you would leave me.

Finally I confessed.
Trembling, I brought you the hammer
and showed my broken fingers.
Leaves and branches in my hair,
the diagrams of Autumn
on the sky.

And you smiled and said it didn't matter
about the birds
and drank at my tears
like a rare and fragile wine
that they too would not be wasted.


I came to you so carelessly
there were those who thought I had not been warned.
I could only point to the false lovers who carried marks
where you had pressed coins into their palms
and admit I was impatient for your scars.

The rumours followed us as easily
as if you murdered me every night;
hemlock in my evening wine,
a loosened bannister on the stair.
The dull villagers and daft princes
waited still and at distances
for grave news and relentless
until I could only point again
at their jealous eyes and whisper
I had discovered why you handled me
as though I were made of glass.

I know they want to know about our bodies.
Our virginity confuses them
and they are reduced to words and silences.
What shall we allow them to believe?

We are a thousand years old, no histories
and nothing to confess.

beauty and the beast

Beauty and the Beast: An Anniversary
By Jane Yolen

It is winter now,
and the roses are blooming again,
their petals bright against the snow.
My father died last April;
my sisters no longer write,
except at the turning of the year,
content with their fine houses
and their grandchildren.
Beast and I
putter in the gardens
and walk slowly on the forest paths.
He is graying around the muzzle
and I have silver combs
to match my hair.
I have no regrets.
Though sometimes I do wonder
what sounds children
might have made
running across the marble halls,
swinging from the birches
over the roses
in the snow.

One Girl Army
Five Iron Frenzy

Here lies the old myth,
Breaking the mold with
Truth to take away the trickery.
Twenty centuries of progress
Suffer slowly as we regress,
Losing headway to ourselves.
Behold the covers, the sisters, the mothers,
The daughters, and spouses on the magazines.
Truth has been abused.
How could she fill those shoes?
Propaganda meant to fuel their schemes.

She is strong but never silent,
Sure of where her truth comes from.
One day, one girl army will overcome.

Treading the current issues at hand,
Shifting, we sway, from justice and then back again.
What we once broke, He has made right,
Lifting her up, giving birth to Jesus Christ.

She is strong but never silent,
Sure of where her strength comes from.
One day, one girl army will overcome.

"Until you stalk and overrun, you can't devour anyone."
- Calvin and Hobbes, Attack of the Deranged Killer Monster Snow Goons

"I feel you're never more alive than when you're faced with simulated death."
- The Battle of Shaker Heights

"No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music."
- Billie Holiday

"Wisest is she who knows she does not know."
- Unknown

"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, some get it as a graduation gift, that's okay!"
- Robin Williams

"You're a complicated cat, Edward."
- Identity

"Let me sleep - let me dream - I am happy."
- Marguerite, Camille

"'I need to put up with two or three caterpillars if I want to get to know the butterflies. Apparently they're quite beautiful. Otherwise who will visit me? You'll be far away. As for the big animals, I'm not afraid of them. I have my own claws.' And she naively showed her four thorns. Then she added, 'Don't hang around like this. It's irritating. You made up your mind to leave. Now go.'
For she didn't want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower...."

- The Little Prince, p. 27

"You can never know whether a person forgives you when you wrong them. Therefore it is existentially important to you. It is a question you are intensely concerned with. Neither can you know whether a person loves you. It's something you just have to believe or hope. But these things are more important to you than the fact that the sum of the angles in a triangle is 180 degrees. You don't think about the law of cause and effect or about modes of perception when you are in the middle of your first kiss.
You'd be very odd if you did."

- Sophie's World

Love as Thou Wilt

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