Tag Archives: nostalgia

Reducto Nostalgia: quatorzain

Some folks who wax nostalgic will believe that all the future’s answers can be found back in a yesterday that never was which lingers, like some land of make believe: a place where truth and justice are dispensed like manna … Continue reading

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New Directive: glosa, glose, gloss

Back out of all this now too much for us, Back in a time made simple by the loss Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather – Robert Frost Back out? How far? … Continue reading

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The Simple Life: a bucolic

The simple life, that free from care and vain illusion we once led, in whose embrace our flourishing and true existence found their height, and with such grace evolved from beasts, abandoned filth and savage ways, escaped the snares of … Continue reading

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It’s Our Fault

If the world was better in your youth, and kids had much more sense; if things once great have gone to shit, and nothing makes much sense, you only have yourself to blame: your parenting did this. How damned convenient … Continue reading

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The soundtrack to our lives

Watching the Michael Jackson memorial in bits and pieces in between work, I noticed that so many mentioned his songs as the “music they grew up to”. And it made me think of two things: First, I’ve always said the … Continue reading

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Solid Gold

Shall I repeat again tonight the songs you heard last night and many nights before, and soulless, mouth the words you sing along, pretending love for money, like a whore? Are these the only tunes worth your applause, a tired … Continue reading

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Back to Natchitoches

Big city living can be so unforgiving: people running ’round everywhere. Good chance your neighbors don’t care if you ain’t got a dollar to spare. Everyone looking for the next thing cooking, but ending up hungry and mean – man, … Continue reading

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