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Tag Archives: imagination
Does Somebody Win?
Doesn’t seem to make much sense at all; win or lose don’t matter in the end. It’s a race that seems too close to call; finish line’s just up around the bend. Doesn’t seem to change much day to day; … Continue reading
Posted in Songs
Tagged competition, cycles, illusion, imagination, losing, pointlessness, winning
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Cut the Crap: descort
You seek for “truth”: for the origin of being, the thing in itself, but either don’t look hard enough, or waste time looking in the wrong spot. It’s right here: the meaning is no recipe, it is not the history … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged #BookofForms, descort, French verse forms, illusion, imagination, perception, philosophy, poetic forms, vanity
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Art is required
If you would this sad world improve: a battle cease, a mountain move, or seek to build up or destroy a single thought of fear or joy, there is one place alone to start. You must teach all your children … Continue reading
Imagining
Too much of what the world has been, and is, and still might be, has as its limits what we call impossibility. We reign imagination in and relegate its course to doomsday visions, worst-case scenes, and dissipate its force. But … Continue reading
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Tagged brotherhood, connection, eulogies, imagination, John Lennon, love, peace
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Alone Again
Alone again or so it seems and yet my street of broken dreams goes on and on. The moon has kissed the sun goodbye and yet hello, a kiss with which to build a dream upon. Childhood wanderings in lands … Continue reading