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See Here Now: forensic poetry
“See here,” one poet said, “for beauty’s sake, I would enslave a thousand listless men, and though it cause the earth’s deep core to shake, would carve away the mountains with my pen that one and all might see as … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, beauty, forensic poetry, hope, poetic forms, poetry, usefulness
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Arts and Crafts
If you want to make your process seem “magical” or “other-directed” describe it as art, right? The “Art” of the Deal, a bullshit “artist”, The Art of War, The Art of Living. But that implies that “art” (a mystical convergence … Continue reading
What is Beauty: cancione
So what is beauty, really? As a requisite to love it seems far too subjective, just some desire’s beguiling design to snare a victim. So what is beauty, really? A figment caught by the eye (or nature-made to seem thus) … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, beauty, cancione, daily poems, illusion, Italian verse forms, love, poetic forms, senses, time
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Let the great bells resound
The endless poise of would-be suitors waiting in the wings who watch in silence for some signal that Beauty’s watchman brings The darkened tower above the chasm where maidservants kneel in service to some kind of madness Beauty seems to … Continue reading
Whence the morning comes
All brave words pale to whimpered, mewling sighs; great structures crumble to their timber’s dust; aged soldiers’ shouts turn into babies’ cries, their heroism’s bread gnawed to the crust. Proud governments dissemble into gangs; philosophers’ grand speeches become babbles; elaborate … Continue reading
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Tagged beauty, defeat, disillusion, grace, morning, pointlessness, religion, spirituality
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On Beauty
Beauty is youth’s currency; and those who have it spend without a care for what may come, as if it will not end. The doors of hearts and shops alike are open to its wants, and offer endless credit to … Continue reading
The Thread That Holds
The thread that fasts the edges of the fabric to link the warp and woof which forms our life is tenuous, at best – so thin and fragile. This tapestry we take so much for granted, whose boundaries extend to … Continue reading
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Tagged beauty, connection, cosmology, patterns, separation, wholeness
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