Tag Archives: chaos

Amerigeddon

Posted on August 4, 2014 by John

There is no need to stop the clocks, nor try to dim the constant noise; let those who listen, soldier on, despite the sonic din’s abuse. There are no hidden codes to find, nor secret doors along the wall; let … Continue reading →

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Some music must be free

Posted on April 24, 2013 by John

All music cannot be contained in simple structures, common forms, by formulaic skeletons that would restrict the way it’s made; it reaches out beyond those lines, a crayon in untutored hands that blurs the edges in between the guidelines of … Continue reading →

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The Possible

Posted on April 14, 2013 by John

The possible surrounds us all: an unseen swirling smoke that clouds our good intentions. Proceed carefully, the joke is that too many options can confuse the way ahead, and leave you in committees wanting progress, but instead debating some great … Continue reading →

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Butterfly Wing: an alcaic

Posted on November 6, 2010 by John

The smallest gesture multiplies instantly: a careless murmur, effortless whispering, with armor piercing force, it thunders; delicate palimpsests shudder, helpless. The silence of an infinite solitude, in just an instant, changes its character; and shouting, loses shape and substance, wallowing … Continue reading →

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The Fickle Hand of Fate

Posted on February 15, 2006 by John

How fickle fate doles out its random hand, the faces of the cards down on the felt unknown and spiteful of the best laid plans, now little use once your lot has been dealt! You work against the odds to … Continue reading →

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The Blackout

Posted on July 11, 2005 by John

The streets are filled with idle, itching hands, their owners on the prowl in vain pursuit of some pastime to fill the vacant hours in darkened rooms enswamped with summer heat. Without their cellphones, TV sets and games, and fast-food … Continue reading →

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A Path of Wildness

Posted on February 18, 2005 by John

I chose to walk a path of wildness; though these modern city streets are paved and seem to revel in a blindness that believes the urban sprawl has saved us from what nature could remind us: somewhere beneath all this … Continue reading →

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