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The Loss of Art in School
There is no good in writing it, for no one cares to read; no point in baking word-filled pies, there’s no one here to feed. There is no point in singing it, for we have all gone deaf; besides, no … Continue reading
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Tagged art, culture, education, ignorance, learning, loss, public education
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The Heart of Beauty
When Beauty stands alone at last upon the wretched reefs of time and watches as her suitors sink beyond the pale horizon line where tied to masts of providence they’ve closed their senses to her charms and set their sextants … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged aging, beauty, coersion, illusions, loss, opinion, Persephone, regrets, relativity, slavery, time
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A Dirge for the Left Wing
So we’ve inaugurated him the Jingo Kid, ol’ Cocaine Slim to serve again as our great chief. Despite the obvious belief of many folks that he’s the spawn of Satan. Soon he will be gone, and who will fill his … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Statements
Tagged democracy, Democrats, elections, failure, George W Bush, loss, partisanship, regrets
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Children of the Garden
Rooted from the garden of our innocence Cut down crosstown, cross time Casting your petals, careless, wind-borne, spilt from your cup like wine Do you, can you, remember it, locked in those vases on the mantle? Is there something that … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements
Tagged childhood, innocence, loss, meaning, neglect, nostalgia, purpose
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Pleasure City
Canto I: Next stop, the driver said, smiling through cracked wicked lips, Pleasure City – we huddled, prenatal, wondering – even in the suburbs the legends grew, spread by the Party Planners, the malcontent underbelly of the American Experience, bastard … Continue reading
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Tagged deserts, desperation, gambling, impressions, Las Vegas, loss, surrealism, tourism, vacations
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An April Morning: anglo-saxon prosody with a bob and wheel
The sky was shot with grays and greens, and clinging clouds that hung low; from the west, the wind was slight against my face that April night when first I found I’d lost my way; and more, what’s worse, with … Continue reading
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Tagged anglo-saxon prosody, bob and wheel, daily poems, direction, loss, poetic forms, purpose, regrets
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Against the Cynic: a double refrain ballade
The cynic’s eye sees wreck, despair, the order torn asunder; and finds delight in citing where the world has lost its wonder, his focus on the thunder in soft and gentle rain, and how each stupid blunder makes a life … Continue reading
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Tagged cynicism, daily poems, double refrain ballade, loss, pain, poetic forms
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