Pondering Prose and Verse

When I write, I think of it as a selfish act, because I feel like only I derive pleasure from it. I feel like nobody will ever feel the pain pulsing out, rupturing, stinging the atmosphere, cutting through. Slicing them open, so they can feel my pain. I wonder if that happens to others, when they read what I write.

April 29, 2012 by Pondering Prose

Klezmer Mozart

It takes a Russian and an Asian to turn Mozart into Klezmer. L’Chaim!

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Glicklech says:

April 29, 2012 at 11:03 am

Heh-HEY!

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