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Hello, all!  Here's my (still) much neglected web site of all things Mel.  Life is still chaotic (with me joining the ranks of motherhood and feverishly working on my dissertation), and I realize I haven't been updating myself here the way I should.  I'll try to do better in 2012.
 
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--Mel
 
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Monday, January 29, 2007

Poem of the day...
This one helped me get 1st runner-up in the Philadelphia Stories poetry slam last Sunday. 
 

If I Could Move Like Jackie Chan

 

 

If I could move like Jackie Chan,

I would twist ten times in the air then walk up a wall before you could take one

       breath;

I would open windows with my forehead and never bother to scream;

I would dangle by my toes from a hundred-foot billboard to make sure you

       noticed my legs;

I would hang weightless in a right-snap lunge while a jagged city sparkled at

       nightfall;

I would run into scenery just to make you laugh;

I would weave your name in the scrolling motions of my hands;

In a dark alley, I would lure our enemies toward me from right and left, then

       double-backflip onto a fire escape and watch heads knock together, an

       old Stooges routine;

I would spin through the stars like a satellite, and, if you cared,

I would catch you out of the sky and lay you on a mountain of pillows,

look deep in your eyes and open my mouth,

and a voice reading lines in perfect English would flow over my lips, flailing,

praising a passion you have never really shown me,

pouring out phrases you will never translate.

 

10:26 pm pst

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Whence my freed Soul to her bright Sphere shall fly,
Through boundless Orbs, eternal Regions spy,
And like the Sun, be All one glorious Eye.
 
--Nahum Tate, King Lear

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