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Monthly Archives: December 2014
New Year’s Eve 2014
It’s not so much the time I think I’ve wasted or even those things I have left undone (those grand majestic dreams you hold onto, beyond their useful life, as could have beens), the words said I would rather had … Continue reading
Two weeks
In two weeks I’ll be fifty. Where has that half century gone? It feels the world is speeding by this jockey on the lawn, who used to hold the reins and feel some semblance of control but now just stands … Continue reading
Conversate
We conversate, but what’s the point of it when what we say results in nothing new? Instead of acts to reinforce our views we throw up walls of words, then simply quit, imagining ideas are enough to put the wheels … Continue reading
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Tagged bullshit, converstation, hypocrisy, inaction, pointlessness, self-absorbion, social media
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Cannon Fodder
When all else fails (and at some point it will), so all that’s left to us is simply talk, the victors will be those with basic skills for making idle words seem like a walk through all the rhetoric and … Continue reading
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Tagged attention, daily poems, fatalism, history, nonsense, poetic forms, rhetoric, sonnet
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So Much To Do, So Little Time
“So much to do, so little time”, or so the saying goes; as we waste both the hours and doing, pacing to and fro. Refusing any call to act without sufficient thought, we fine-tune the social contract – every strophe, … Continue reading