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The World is a Small Town

Don’t want much, but that’s all right Nothing much happens here on Saturday night Get laid, get drunk, get in a fight Maybe all three Maybe at the same time Don’t need nothing, but that’s OK Nothing much here to … Continue reading

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Honest Silence

What is there left to talk about? The lines have all been drawn, and leave us little common ground; not much to dwell upon. Why squirm in silence here together, bound by social whim to say not what is on … Continue reading

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The spheres of thought that tangents bring

The spheres of thought that tangents bring in touch with mine are lessening, perhaps in spite of my attempts to cross each bridge, and burn each fence so that the world seems more to me a web of connectivity. It … Continue reading

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Who Says That Poetry Dare Not

Who says that poetry dare not describe, except in abstract, the signs of the times, when modern culture abounds with sound bytes from cinema, like Puzo’s line that all business is personal, and we hang with pride by electron pins … Continue reading

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Valentine

If we rely on calendars and ad men to prompt us into thinking of our love, and on one day a year make feeble gestures to compensate that love for our neglect (the endless days of noncommunication, illusions of control … Continue reading

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Blues for Elijiah/Fallen Angels

For some reason, sitting out under the carport this morning in the rain made me think of a period during 1991 when I wrote about 30 songs in the course of 36 hours. It was a very strange Peter Gabriel … Continue reading

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Box Haiku

Inside the small box that is our experience there is nothing new: the folded edges let in small amounts of light to read old news by. But the lid is loose — a gentle push opens it; look, there is … Continue reading

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