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There at the lake shore, the last light of day slipped down in a lavender, purple cascade, leaving the clouds streaked with pinks, blue and gray as my love and I watched them wander away. Against the horizon, the line of the sea rolled off in the mist into eternity; and the seabirds and pelicans…
According to the Department of Defense, and its newly formed arm the Information Awareness Office: The most serious asymmetric threat facing the United States is terrorism, a threat characterized by collections of people loosely organized in shadowy networks that are difficult to identify and define. IAO plans to develop technology that will allow understanding of…
As the seeds that sacrifice themselves to change and so to grow, we give ourselves unto the Mother trusting we will sow: our roots, the thoughts that keep us mindful; stalks, the paths we roam; leaves and fruits, the faith we nurture; seeds, our coming home. Bless the harvest, and the reaping at this time…
More from Henry Miller, Obscenity and the Law of Reflection: The chances are that during this transition period of global wars, lasting perhaps a century or two, art will become less and less important. A world torn by indescribable upheavals, a world preoccupied with social and political transformations, will have less time and energy to…
From Henry Miller, Obscenity and the Law of Reflection: As civilization progresses it becomes more and more apparent that war is the greatest release which life offers to the ordinary man. Here he can let go to his heart’s content for here crime no longer has any meaning. Guilt is abolished when the whole planet…
The National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) recently revised its guidelines for supporting American artists with financial subsidies; as a result, there is no future grant money earmarked for visual artists of any kind, individual or institutional, while funding remains available for historical projects, musical and dramatic works, and the like. This leads one to…
Earlier this year, someone approached with the notion that being a bard was a relatively simple undertaking; of course, I took a small bit of umbrage to that idea, and responded with the following poem: Who is a bard, who asks, who claims Such title, such a sorrowed fame? There are poets, minstrels, clowns And…