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Reflections of a Twentieth Century Bard

Posted on October 1, 2009 by John

After the “Song of Amergin” I have been a fly on the wall of a corporate meeting I have been a child lost in snow that drifted roof high I have been a broke-winged bird, flightless through winter I have … Continue reading →

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The Devil’s Daughter

Posted on September 1, 2006 by John

Thinking for some reason of this song I wrote and recorded probably 15 years ago, during my “Elvis Costello” period… I used to dream with my eyes wide open I would sing songs for the deaf and paint pictures for … Continue reading →

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Salt of the Earth

Posted on July 28, 2006 by John

Imagine a person made completely out of salt. If that person chooses to be immersed in the ocean, their very being is absorbed by the sea. Once their head is beneath the waves, no distinction can be made between their … Continue reading →

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Against The Grain

Posted on July 26, 2005 by John

If knots formed in the wood have turned the grain in a maze that wanders no continued line nor runs a cogent phrase, then those who go against it are not veering from a norm, but rather seeking patterns in … Continue reading →

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the thin kings of aboutness

Posted on May 20, 2005 by John

From Part I: backward broken pushed against the known, each awaiting defamation, two armies fought and fled their thin kings waiting down among the rushes forward spoken harsh against the wind, each a summons hoarse men whispered plans and expectations … Continue reading →

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An End to Parables

Posted on January 24, 2005 by John

I’ve spent a life in parables, disguising my ideas in costumes and strange metaphors deliberately unclear and so perhaps convinced the world that I’m a harmless quack, imagining just chimeras with no spine in their backs. But recently, while looking … Continue reading →

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How the Brain Lost its Brawn

Posted on December 8, 2004 by John

There was an idea that grew in a brain — not a clean break, but rather a troubling sprain. It swelled up and shut off the centers of speech, thus remaining hidden; and just beyond reach it festered, fermented and … Continue reading →

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