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When history’s sad lessons fail
When history’s sad lessons fail to find their place in memory’s halls and social constructs name their grail progress alone, foundations fall. Progress to where, and at what cost? The road to ruin remains paved, while freedom’s edifice is lost … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged education, futility, history, legacies, loss, nothingness, progress
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Blues for Elijiah/Fallen Angels
For some reason, sitting out under the carport this morning in the rain made me think of a period during 1991 when I wrote about 30 songs in the course of 36 hours. It was a very strange Peter Gabriel … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements
Tagged cities, civilization, frustration, futility, irony, limitations, mass media, progress, technology
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All Things Zero
What is the point to the great war that we have waged three thousand years? Have we discovered any more than better ways to produce gears? The revolution that gave birth to so-called luxury and ease — has our great … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged Daniel Quinn, extinction, futility, humanity, Ishmael, revolution, self-righteousness, waste
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Of Human Bondage
Sometimes, the human race acts so advanced, its possibilities seem without end; and almost every minute, some new thing is brought into the world by our mere thought. And yet, our evolution is not done (it cannot be, or else … Continue reading
A Boston Busker’s Tale
I sang a song for sixpence in the streets of Harvard Square Like Tracy Chapman did — I needed food But you need some extravangance to make your money there Most likely, all you’ll earn is attitude I tried it … Continue reading
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Tagged Boston, daily poems, futility, live music, performance, street musicians
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