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Against the entropy of time

Posted on June 10, 2005 by John

Against the entropy of time, no wall is strong enough to stand and remain whole. Though guaranteed a lifetime, it will fall, reduced to dust and rubble; and the knoll which it divides will also wear away, in its old … Continue reading →

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When history’s sad lessons fail

Posted on June 7, 2005 by John

When history’s sad lessons fail to find their place in memory’s halls and social constructs name their grail progress alone, foundations fall. Progress to where, and at what cost? The road to ruin remains paved, while freedom’s edifice is lost … Continue reading →

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More on Sanity and Madness

Posted on January 23, 2005 by John

Who could imagine their ancestors all stark raving mad, or at least each generation marking out as bad an apple flung far from the tree, opposed to status quo and causing much embarrassment, endless grief and woe? Yet isn’t it … Continue reading →

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A Tree in Winter

Posted on December 1, 2004 by John

When in the winter, I shall stand a bare tree tall on frozen land there may be some who choose to rake among the leaves left in my wake and into separate piles by hue divide these skeletons. But who … Continue reading →

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Notes from Icarus

Posted on July 10, 2004 by John

Daedalus, my father, tried to fashion me for wings but I, who treasured heresy, had no use for the things or for the cliff that he had labored at for many years to leave for me a fortune or a … Continue reading →

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A Tendency to Madness

Posted on May 27, 2004 by John

There is a touch of madness in my blood; but not a malady of harmful need, more like grasping out for things that last despite all proof that just illusion stays. My German, Swiss and Irish stock is sound – … Continue reading →

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The Black Druids

Posted on May 26, 2004 by John

At seven ten this morning as the night gave way to dawn a band of three of black druids* gathered out on my front lawn I heard them last night singing in the dead calm, loud and clear; but did … Continue reading →

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