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Nothing But Us: echo verse
What happens at the point the point when we get in our lives in our lives where decisively, we choose we choose something to believe in to believe in much greater than ourselves, ourselves, and with surprise we find, we find … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, connection, echo verse, epiphany, identity, living, poetic forms, self-realization, validation
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The Wild Wind: droighneach
Believe me: there is nothing evident found in the wild wind’s sad apology that echoes the swift, mad accident of an empirical chronology. The sound careens off the walls and multiplies, pale murmurs slipping along an endless cavity where caught … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, droighneach, echoes, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, silence, time, wind
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The Dust Cloud
Our deeds seem writ so large to us down at the level of the dust, where unseen in the universe we live whole chapters, line and verse, and with great import, carry on as if we’re noticed, here or gone, … Continue reading
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None Will Come Clean: double dactyl
Higgledy-piggledy, President Blunderbuss spoke through the microphone into the night, his senseless sentences building a fantasy woven from bullshit and wrapped nice and tight. Higgledy-piggledy, our fawning senators there in the gallery gave their applause, praising his policy without much … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, American verse forms, Anthony Hecht, collaboration, destruction, double dactyl, guilt, poetic forms, policy, politics
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No Time Like Today: dithyramb
Oh, come and get your revel on: laissez bon temps roulez! Catch this moment before it’s gone, ’til sorrow’s back to dwell upon. Parade and dance across the lawn! There’s no time like today! Imagine yourself some great chief: laissez … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, Carnival, dithyramb, jubilee, Mardi Gras, poetic forms, revelry, social status
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Glory Evermore: dirge
With slow and silent steps it comes encroaching on the day, the shadow of the night that grows to fill the world with gray. Oh, come and join the battle, child, for glory evermore. War on its march to midnight … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, dirge, futility, glory, illusion, poetic forms, sacrifice, war
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Cut the Crap: descort
You seek for “truth”: for the origin of being, the thing in itself, but either don’t look hard enough, or waste time looking in the wrong spot. It’s right here: the meaning is no recipe, it is not the history … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, descort, French verse forms, illusion, imagination, perception, philosophy, poetic forms, vanity
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