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Anti-Virus: a complaint or lamentation
I wonder how the world would be if thirty years ago, instead of playing thankless gigs, a soundbyte of a show I’d done when merely seventeen (and better then, than now) would have been made, and hit the ‘net (God … Continue reading
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Tagged complaint, daily poems, experience, lamentation, learning, music, poetic forms, youth
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Each moment is a threshold
Each moment is a threshold hinged upon an ancient door; we swing between two rooms: the future, and what’s come before. Experience, the lubricant that smooths the rust and squeaks, we start to use, and learn to hoard, before we … Continue reading
Tradition and the Individual Talent
for T.S. Eliot When Icarus took flight with home-made wings he sought to rise above, not divine laws, but listening to how the eagle sings attempted to reach past the aeropause that culture places on its young when born to … Continue reading
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Tagged communication, Daedelus, experience, failure, Icarus, parenting, talent, Tradition and the Individual Talent, TS Eliot
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Untitled Sonnet
If I never saw another morning sky nor waked to hear the sparrows on the lawn, if roses gave no scent when I walked by and all the butterflies were dead and gone, there still would be their memory in … Continue reading