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The Oxymoron of Social Media

Social media: the name implies communication (defined by me as an exchange of ideas only possible between individuals who consider themselves equals) yet most of us seem to use it exclusively to sell ourselves – our products, our services, our … Continue reading

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Music and me

There are those who imagine “magical” places like they are scenes from the “happily ever after” part of a fairy tale: in a strange twist, they believe the hereafter, the great beyond, and the future tense of once upon a … 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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A word used in place of the word implied

VULGAR MOMENT #1 There’s a little word that covers so much ground, fits in so many contexts, and feels so at home in so many social variations that most people don’t give it a lot of thought. It’s what I … Continue reading

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If Words Alone Could Change the World

If words alone could change the world the poets would still reign as kings, and those who may rely on swords would spend their time on lesser things. The lure of verse, both blank and rhymed, would tempt young minds … Continue reading

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Death of a Circus Lion

His speech was almost poetry; I say almost, because to claim such subtle acts of sophistry as conscious art is to enflame the ire of critics, who exist with their sole purpose to decry encroachment on their world as lies, … Continue reading

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As if the hazel mud

As if the hazel mud its edges flecked with dull green and salt-stain, cracked and peeling along the summer dry edges of the viaduct that ran its length, a brittle concrete spine, down through the creosote valley from cinder block … Continue reading

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