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		<title>wednesday afternoons</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[wednesday afternoons – a recollection
in fragments
a.
hidden in a dark room resounding
with arias full of love and sighs,
dramatic emotions mingled with reality
gave life to whispers and incessant kisses&#8230;
b.
how sarcastic that the final conclusion of aida
“morir! si pura ebella” suddenly came to me—
eternity is worth an infinite resignation and/or
the weight of a fatal stone, in the name [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>wednesday afternoons – a recollection<br />
in fragments</p>
<p>a.<br />
hidden in a dark room resounding<br />
with arias full of love and sighs,<br />
dramatic emotions mingled with reality<br />
gave life to whispers and incessant kisses&#8230;</p>
<p>b.<br />
how sarcastic that the final conclusion of aida<br />
“morir! si pura ebella” suddenly came to me—<br />
eternity is worth an infinite resignation and/or<br />
the weight of a fatal stone, in the name of love.</p>
<p>c.<br />
“datemi pace,” i sang my heart to you in the form<br />
of a madrigal. you laughed and sang back<br />
“Io parto” meanwhile giving my hand a firm grasp.<br />
then we both admitted: word-painting was for fools.</p>
<p>d.<br />
candle lights flickering in darkness, the<br />
chorus plain chanting sacred praises for<br />
the divine goodness, silently, but unmistakably,<br />
an empty chair evinced a different story.</p>
<p>e.<br />
i could almost see the cello body reflecting<br />
sunlight onto the purple curtains. I pondered<br />
over what must be a false memory&#8211;<br />
a dark room had to, by definition, be lack of light.</p>
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		<title>miscellanea</title>
		<link>http://www.wangentz.org/2009/06/12/miscellanea/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 02:05:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[6.4
between the gentle diatonic lines of palestrina&#8217;s pope marcellus, tranquility emerges from polyphony. voices transcend one another by a lone syllable, emitting clarity like a bright star in a summer night sky. steadily and firmly, a quest for peace sets out in the absence of dissonance. the bearings of its religious meanings are lost in [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>6.4<br />
between the gentle diatonic lines of palestrina&#8217;s pope marcellus, tranquility emerges from polyphony. voices transcend one another by a lone syllable, emitting clarity like a bright star in a summer night sky. steadily and firmly, a quest for peace sets out in the absence of dissonance. the bearings of its religious meanings are lost in time. a clear athenian wisdom rings: the divine is human.</p>
<p>6.2<br />
in quant en moy<br />
the tenor voice sings:<br />
thanks<br />
to<br />
love<br />
and<br />
extraordinary<br />
beauty<br />
fearing<br />
feigning<br />
are what<br />
i am<br />
consumed by&#8230;</p>
<p>6.1<br />
when you see me playing verdi&#8217;s la traviata repeatedly&#8230;<br />
you know that i am substituting alcohol with drinking songs&#8230;</p>
<p>5.31<br />
we went on a hike at appleton farm this afternoon. midway through our adventure, storm clouds started to gather above our heads and descend briskly as if they were eager to kiss the maple tops. soon the sky began to whistle and rain slid down gently. we took a safe spot under a tree while the branches danced along with the wind and our hair waved in the flying water.  the image of the cabin afar blurred into the background. i mistook it as a lighthouse.</p>
<p>5.27<br />
a soul, if exists, must perch<br />
in adagio con variazioni as a<br />
fragment of respighi&#8217;s lyrical<br />
verse or it must exist as an<br />
abstract contrapuntal, bearing<br />
concreteness in franck&#8217;s melodic<br />
terse. it must uphold itself to be<br />
a post romanticist, an adamant<br />
follower of saint-saëns and fauré.<br />
truth is apparently shown: subtle<br />
syncopation of human passion<br />
is what defines a beautiful soul.</p>
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		<title>Protected: to life</title>
		<link>http://www.wangentz.org/2009/04/02/to-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 21:16:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Protected: untitled</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 05:06:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Protected: a paradox</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 05:04:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Protected: some afternoon thought</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 21:18:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>rain</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 06:33:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[rain muffles the world
i hear only warmth reverberating the guitar strings
then i think of you
and he
and she
and i
and words, colors, sounds
blurred into rainslide
drip by drip
captured by your fortissimo
in his melody
her rhythm
my al niente
and words, colors, sounds
liberated into a world of blurry rainslide
i see only warmth reverberating the guitar strings
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>rain muffles the world<br />
i hear only warmth reverberating the guitar strings<br />
then i think of you<br />
and he<br />
and she<br />
and i<br />
and words, colors, sounds<br />
blurred into rainslide<br />
drip by drip<br />
captured by your fortissimo<br />
in his melody<br />
her rhythm<br />
my al niente<br />
and words, colors, sounds<br />
liberated into a world of blurry rainslide<br />
i see only warmth reverberating the guitar strings</p>
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		<title>my nomadic life</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 08:21:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1/5 bottle of pink grapefruit body wash, 3/4 bottle of herbal essence conditioner, a toothbrush, a life-is-good water bottle, a camera, a prime lens, two zoom lenses, two books (the god of small things and mythology), a white shirt, a pair of jeans, a cellphone, a few chargers, no permanent address.
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		<title>purpose of life</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2007 02:28:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[perhaps we are bound to not know the answer.
perhaps it&#8217;s not the truth that&#8217;s important but life itself, the very fact that we are breathing, seeing, loving, singing,&#8230;
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>perhaps we are bound to not know the answer.</p>
<p>perhaps it&#8217;s not the truth that&#8217;s important but life itself, the very fact that we are breathing, seeing, loving, singing,&#8230;</p>
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