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Round Again: chanso

Posted on February 3, 2017 by John

And so around again: the how, the where, the when; could be and might have been; the raven or the wren. The sword versus the pen: in battles now and then it’s hard to tell who wins; the line is … Continue reading →

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The Renaissance Myth: bref double

Posted on January 24, 2017 by John

If genius is the thing that saves mankind by pulling it along above the mud, and with the rarest spark, inducing flames to warm against the night the coldest souls, then why does the world still seem deaf and lame? … Continue reading →

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Some Sense of Meaning: ballade

Posted on January 13, 2017 by John

The world is what it is, the pundits claim; and City Hall no pugilists defeat. No matter where you go, things stay the same; you either like your bourbon iced, or neat. A thing is in itself almost complete; just … Continue reading →

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The Know of Unclouding: descort

Posted on December 14, 2012 by John

What if I thought for just a moment of some mitigating circumstance that might prove beyond a shadow of doubt the single truth behind all appearances, and in that fleeting instant, found instead of solid rock, just cloud, and what … Continue reading →

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The Press Conference: descort

Posted on April 13, 2004 by John

No outrage, just amused (perhaps its because I can’t stand the sound of his voice) It reminds me of a song by Robyn Hitchcock “He’s the president of Europe and he’s talking to the dead / They’re the only ones … Continue reading →

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