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What Now?: Sicilian sonnet

What now? Is there sufficient cause for reaching beyond the edge of darkness? Will we find ourselves subjected to more endless preaching? Are we fit students for any new teaching? And what good any lesson merely bleaching the past of … Continue reading

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Americans Undecided for Apathy

THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXCERPT FROM A CAMPAIGN SPEECH WRITTEN BY GRAVITY PUSHMAN AND DELIVERED TO THE ‘AMERICANS UNDECIDED FOR APATHY’ RALLY HELD ON DECEMBER 12, 1994 IN CENTRAL PARK, NEW YORK. THE SPEECH WAS DELIVERED VIA AN ANONYMOUS TAPE … Continue reading

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Some Things

Some things that might have always been: that reason clouds the minds of men, and lets them think a thing defined is by those limits held entwined; one’s moral compass shows true north; that one can judge another’s worth by … Continue reading

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Cannon Fodder

When all else fails (and at some point it will), so all that’s left to us is simply talk, the victors will be those with basic skills for making idle words seem like a walk through all the rhetoric and … Continue reading

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Your backstage ghost

For forty years, I’ve sung and played; each bar, garage or concert stage has its own ghosts, its private songs. They do not share them all. Some of these venues are long gone, while others stand with different names; those … Continue reading

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At Shakespeare’s Feet

At Shakespeare’s feet must surely lay the blame: the histories he gave dramatic cause put in the mouths of persons dull and lame an eloquence to hide their actual flaws. With words beyond their likely frame of mind, he put … Continue reading

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We Need New Gods: deibhidhe

The end nears: the sharp sword dulls. Its slices seem less useful, the elegant, diamond edged glance of its dark dance less fancy. Though its blue blade is well-scarred, these wounds seem slight from afar; there are just two that … Continue reading

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