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Monthly Archives: June 2004
Ah, New Orleans: a villanelle
The air is thick with history, with years of sweat and toil. Old ghosts play hide and seek in sheets that show more recent use; the wiser tourists avoid alleys and shun Bourbon’s roil. Old men of different colors sit … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged commercialism, danger, exploitation, history, New Orleans, poetic forms, tourism, villanelle
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Freedom of speech doesn’t do any good If no one has time to stop and listen; Not that anyone actually could Listen, with their mouths also open. So I will stop talking, at least for a while, and let everyone … Continue reading
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Tagged activism, agreement, communication, freedom, information overload, news, philosophy
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Dathy Pahka and the Couscous Bauble
We sit in circles, crop circles, like silver-clad heroes at Arthur’s table, dark knights of the soul of verse, our words colliding in the jousts of wit and criticism. Is it the flame that draws us moths to it, and … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements
Tagged cliques, conversations, criticism, Dorothy Parker, happiness, meaning, purpose, self-importance
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Celsius 488.33
What is the point at which the conscience burns and thus consumes the mind with thoughts to act, that in its darkest recess for truth yearns to separate illusions from the facts? And the externals that provide the fuel, that … Continue reading
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Tagged activism, coersion, collusion, cooperation, Fahrenheit 911, fear, ignorance, liberty
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On the Incredulous
Not that the incredulous person doesn’t believe in anything. It’s just that he doesn’t believe in everything. Or he believes in one thing at a time. He believes a second thing only if it somehow follows from the first thing. … Continue reading
Posted in Statements
Tagged belief, curiosity, Foucault's Pendulum, ideas, incredulity, miracles, trust, Umberto Eco
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A Single Word
If I could in one word describe my road, without digression through its tangent routes or cataloging each and every node that might be seen were I to map it out, a single thing that clearly would detail both how … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged affirmations, destinations, journeys, naming, positivism, spirituality
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