Daily Archives: August 14, 2003

Turning

Posted on August 14, 2003 by John

I was thinking this evening about Starlight Dances and Mars Tokyo – the latter’s empty nest and the former’s soon to be emptying one. I wrote this poem for them, and all the other parents on my friends list. She … Continue reading →

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Small Things

Posted on August 14, 2003 by John

I: There is no better thing, I guess, than to believe that my good thoughts take wing without a by-your-leave and find their way to where they are needed the most; that way, I do not care if they remember … Continue reading →

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The Poetry Reading

Posted on August 14, 2003 by John

Three hours into a heated discussion on how entropy is unavoidable in most applications of modern philosophy having drunk down to the bitter dregs black coffee laced with chicory seed and double shots of expired yesterday creamer hand calloused from … Continue reading →

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Seed Thought on Worrying

Posted on August 14, 2003 by John

Here’s something that regardless of your worldview and spiritual/religious persuation, it is useful to bear in mind: If there is a way to overcome the suffering, then there is no need to worrry; if there is no way to overcome … Continue reading →

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Poems that Changed my Life

Posted on August 14, 2003 by John

UPDATED to include URLs for the poems (and man, that was a bit of work) Here’s my list of twenty or so (oh, how limiting), in no particular order. Poets, what are yours? 1. Howl, Allen Ginsberg 2. The Lovesong … Continue reading →

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Dreams from California

Posted on August 14, 2003 by John

for Tasha talking about america growing old while we watched: between lying and sleeping (during which thrown about like helpless pillows we wrestled our thoughts about each other and pinned them to words) in the ashtray the ghosts of our … Continue reading →

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