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Tag Archives: interpretation
America is Still: an erasure exercise
America, as Whitman wrote, is fading low; her heartbeat, a sour note. Her voice blows sadness, and one can hear her weep. Her voice resonates inside the bones, reminding of truth, your own. Her war machines bustle songs of might. … Continue reading
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Tagged America, democracy, envelope sonnet, erasure, interpretation, NaPoWriMo, poetic exercises, prophecy, Walt Whitman
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The hands that write these words tell lies
The hands that write these words tell lies; their range of symbols does not jibe with the instructions they receive and must translate from eye and ear through circuits fixed through years of use to see and hear in certain … Continue reading
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Tagged Henry Miller, illusions, impressions, interpretation, lies, symbolism, writing
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Two Poets Lament, Part I
for W.B. Yeats Some silken strains of angst-encrusted verse or mystic message wrapped in words to woo designed to part the patron from their purse, or charm one’s snakes…what can these small things do? An audience that can be misdirected … Continue reading
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Tagged communication, dreams, interpretation, misunderstanding, Poetry, poetry, pointlessness, sorrow, WB Yeats
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Thirteen O’Clock (and All’s Well)
Thirteen o’clock and all the world is well; beyond the reach of the tempest makers, where thought and reason still may sway the mind and the conscience of a nation feeds not on unfounded rumors of threat and fear, but … Continue reading
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Tagged 1984, George Orwell, iambic pentameter, interpretation, plays
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