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Careful With That Rhinestone Axe, Eugene (Radio Free Nashville)
Johnny Cash said that Nashville’s had a hard time figuring how to sell country to New Yorkers with boots. It’s a national advertising demographic thing now. Well, country ought to be personal and interactive. Nobody in new country makes you … Continue reading →
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Tagged Buddy Holly, commercialism, country music, iconoclasm, individuality, Johnny Cash, Nashville
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Against The Grain
If knots formed in the wood have turned the grain in a maze that wanders no continued line nor runs a cogent phrase, then those who go against it are not veering from a norm, but rather seeking patterns in … Continue reading →
Posted in Poems
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Tagged adventure, daily poems, iconoclasm, individuality, parables, struggles
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A Rainy Season in Hell
Certainly my outlook on life, my philosophy of existence, has been influenced and affected by Christianity. Besides the fact that our culture in the United States is immersed not only in Christian metaphor, but has as its core the underlying … Continue reading →
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Tagged Christianity, iconoclasm, individuality, indoctrination, religion, spirituality
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The Status Quo
I hate a Roman named Status Quo!, He said to me. Fill your eyes with wonder, He said, live as if you’d drop dead In ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream Made or paid for … Continue reading →
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Tagged control, Fahrenheit 451, iconoclasm, individuality, power, Ray Bradbury
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