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Tag Archives: iconoclasm
Rock the Casbah
In one sense, as the Casbah rocks, it merely sways on concrete blocks that buried deep beneath the sand give history its strength to stand; and its foundations, built of steel and solid rock, can barely feel the tremors from … Continue reading →
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Tagged activism, disillusion, history, iconoclasm, legacies, music, revolution
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What You Do Not Seek
Assuming you don’t write your own, whose poetry assumes your voice and would, with no small arrogance, usurp the words that form your world? Assuming that you do not play, whose music fills your waiting ears and would displace the … Continue reading →
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Tagged iconoclasm, independence, inspiration, searches, self-determinism, thought
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What’s the Point?
What’s the point? I want to ask the Mormons on their bikes, who leave their own nice neighborhoods to share the view they like that they are sure contains the answers to what’s wrong with us, and don’t mind spending … Continue reading →
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Tagged control, hierarchies, iconoclasm, peer pressure, power, proselytizing, rebellion, religion, self-determinism, spirituality
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All Those Who’re Lost
All those who’re lost aren’t there from wandering; some are asleep, and dream of squandering times and places they’ve not been, describing wonders they’ve not seen. All those who’re lost aren’t there by accident; some choose confusion, it’s self-evident. They … Continue reading →
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Tagged confusion, dedication, direction, holy fools, iconoclasm, loss, travel, wandering
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If You Want Love
My father was an upright man who never went to church; but he gave his word and that was that, he’d help you from a lurch. He hated all self-righteousness and practiced what he’d preach; when I asked him what … Continue reading →
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Tagged honesty, iconoclasm, integrity, living, love, peace, self-respect
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Wide Open Road
For some reason, I’m in a shit-kicking mood today. All my ducks are in a row, and I’m feeling my oats. Could be because it’s a beautiful warm spring day with a slight breeze and plenty of sunshine. Could be … Continue reading →
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Tagged freedom, iconoclasm, independence, rebellion, roads, travel
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Play the Game
At some point, it doesn’t matter if your bank account gets fatter or you end up with the most expensive toys, always playing at high roller with illusions of control or desperate attempts at mirrors, smoke and noise. Despite all … Continue reading →
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Tagged commercialism, iconoclasm, individuality, music business, self-determinism, Waylon Jennings
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