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Activism

I’m reading tompaine.com and searching for common sense. I have said before that if you’re in a band, and you don’t think you’re at least as good as the Rolling Stones (or whoever your particular idol is), then you might … Continue reading

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New Year’s Eve 2004

I may resolve to change my ways this year, exchange old habits for ones I’ve not tried. But there’s no point in much of that, I fear, for one’s true nature cannot be denied. Perhaps I’ll vow to focus more … Continue reading

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What It Isn’t

It’s not about learning to draw a clearer picture of the ruins It’s not about taking a sledge hammer to the ivied hallowed halls It’s not about the trash you can talk about those who disagree It’s not about undercovering … Continue reading

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A Different Revolution

Despite what you may read in books, no revolution brews in noisy bars or quiet cafes among agreeing friends who decide the status quo is flawed, and pay their dues producing pamphlets that describe the means to reach some end. … Continue reading

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While Reading of Ginsberg’s Life

To wake while reading William Blake to taste of life in dreamlike doses flexing the sinews of the mind in the fight against some status quo that lumbers, like a Clydesdale pair to drag a dying culture’s broken-wheeled cart along … Continue reading

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Changing the World

If I say I want to change the world without asking first its permission without asking the right questions without first accepting my limitations without wondering about my own role without looking beyond my own hard science without recognizing the … Continue reading

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In Boston

In Boston, where I cut my teeth on the raw meat of delusion, and watched myself in disbelief live penniless out on the street, my college days found conclusion. There on the green line, Brookline bound, I took a job … Continue reading

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