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Thursday, August 03, 2006

It's pouring memories ...


She said she liked the rain sometimes.
I, that the only thing I have against it is it makes you wet.
Anyway on hot summer nights the sound of it is cool.
She said when you are crossed in love you listen to the words of the songs.
I said that being in love is bad for the stomach;
   no one should be in love after thirty.

She kissed me and ran naked out in the rain,
and indigestion burned inside me like a fire.

Henry Graham

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Blogger the olive ream said...

What a wonderfully great choice for a quote (for a blogword post). Loved it!

03 August, 2006 21:28

Anonymous Ghazala said...

Absolutely fab!! Three cheers for Liverpool - no wonder Ginsberg called it the centre of consciousness of the human universe.
ZAK, didn't know you were such a fantastic painter too.

03 August, 2006 22:20

Blogger saphiya said...

you did justice to the poem with the illustration. it's brilliant! :)

05 August, 2006 10:29

Blogger deranged_lunatic said...

somehow your illustration manages to fill me with dread and touch me at the very same time...on one hand it's overpowering in a way that seems as if it's obstructing and confining, trying to make me choke by stopping me from breathing, and on the other hand it makes me want to let go of reason and drown into its abyss of sweet oblivion...amazing :) and this is coming from a person who ordinarily isn't very responsive to imagery :)

and thanks so much for visiting my blog...i just saw your comments :)

07 August, 2006 02:06

Anonymous junohenry said...

The image danced through my dreams all night.

11 August, 2006 05:56

Blogger Mina said...

what a lovely poem- i've always maintained that love means stomachache :)

19 August, 2006 21:58

Anonymous yasir said...

The poem is the great masterpiece of Art.All lines are well arranged.It tones very innocent.I really like it.

08 December, 2009 16:14


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