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The Ancient Lie: tawddgyrch cadwynog
An ancient lie controls the world, its flag unfurled before the eye: that might is right; the mystery of history is that what light the meagre flame of truth reveals, the winner steals in a rigged game won by a … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cheating, deceit, defeat, illusion, poetic forms, tawddgyrch cadwynog, victory, Welsh verse forms
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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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Able Was I Ere I Saw Elba
Some things exist to turn perceptions inside out; their presence tends to shift and rend to shreds the veils and introduce, in even the most stable minds, some doubt — by subtlety reminding pristine saints of crucifixion’s nails. Despite all … Continue reading
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Tagged agression, defeat, Elba, isolation, Napoleon Bonaparte, perception, resignation
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William Butler Yeats
With William Butler Yeats I see a striking parallel: of politics and prosody, a marriage made in hell; each new idea casting an elusive, mastering spell with only moments in between for time and space to gel and being armed … Continue reading