Tag Archives: futility

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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Only Dream: alcaics

Posted on January 6, 2017 by John

I cannot seek for infinite solutions, spend endless hours harboring discussion, just lurking in some thoughtful quagmire, patiently awaiting final judgment. How vain to think such artifice delivers a useful purpose, meaningful salvation, the precious jewel for reason’s scepter dispensing … Continue reading →

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Ode to Joy

Posted on January 4, 2017 by John

Joy doesn’t “find” you; good fortune won’t light like bluebirds of happiness on your slumped shoulders. Joy doesn’t come up like flowers in a garden, some sudden epiphany before your eyes. Joy doesn’t “find” you; it happens, on purpose, the … Continue reading →

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Like Nothing

Posted on December 6, 2016 by John

There’s no thing quite like Nothing; and so much of it around. It fills the nooks and crannies and absorbs the smallest sounds, obsessed with taking over and with being something more. It wants to be the ocean’s deep, the … Continue reading →

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The Dominant Species

Posted on December 5, 2016 by John

It isn’t like I hate the human race (as if it were a contest to be won) or seek out disagreement in each face that dares to criticize or jest in fun at my idealistic, mad ideas: responsibility in the … Continue reading →

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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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A Toast to Anacreon

Posted on April 11, 2014 by John

Come, pour me a glass of that wonderful stuff that once is begun is not ever enough; and under whose influence we learn to bluff, imagining ourselves immortal and tough. Come, pour me a round of ambrosial brew and join … Continue reading →

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