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What Now?: Sicilian sonnet
What now? Is there sufficient cause for reaching beyond the edge of darkness? Will we find ourselves subjected to more endless preaching? Are we fit students for any new teaching? And what good any lesson merely bleaching the past of … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, brotherhood, causes, history, memory, poetic forms, sanity, Sicilian sonnet, sonnet
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Shape the Now: cyrch a chwta
It’s yesterday we cling to, that we prefer to what’s new, choosing safety, not what’s true: life goes on, us with it too. It has no rules; memories do, and don’t shift the world and skew the facts used to … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, choices, cyrch a chwta, future, illusion, memory, now, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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4. Read a lot, forget most of what you read, and be slow-witted
I think it goes without saying that my life has been full of books. But reading goes beyond literature, doesn’t it? Newspapers, magazines, comic books, bumper stickers, cereal boxes, email, blog posts, novels, short stories, poetry, music scores, instruction manuals, … Continue reading
Each thing that starts must have an end
Each thing that starts must have an end; for every wax there is a wend that once begun, moves to its finish. Every birth has “bury” in it. My earliest memory is of walking down the street beside my mother, … Continue reading
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Tagged memoirs, memory, My Life Around Art, origins, perceptions
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The wise men all say look within
The wise men all say look within; and still, we focus outward. Is it because we’re deaf, or stupid? Maybe we’re just cowards. In so many ways, our memories are like poetry: distillations of images that if given too much … Continue reading
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Tagged importance, memoirs, memory, My Life Around Art, reflections, wisdom
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Memory is the Greatest Weapon
Memory is the greatest weapon in love’s mad arsenal. I wrote that line when I was 26 years old. It still rings true – although as I get older it seems often it is a weapon for good, a defensive … Continue reading
A flame in darkness
It does no good to mourn one candle when its flame goes out; nor to try to keep it lit when its wax melts away. It does no good to sit in darkness thinking of past light; nor to imagine … Continue reading