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The Wheels of Progress

When ground to standstill, mired, besmirched, their cog-end mesh begun to rust, the wheels of progress can but lurch. Their motion barely moves the dust; and each gear’s inch assaults the ear with tortured squeaks and sudden stalls. Behind all … Continue reading

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So Much for Science

The art of living well, some pundits quip, is equal parts audacity and luck; while others posit a stiff upper lip and careful breeding lift us from the muck. The hedonist claims pleasure is the thing; his polar opposite, the … Continue reading

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When history’s sad lessons fail

When history’s sad lessons fail to find their place in memory’s halls and social constructs name their grail progress alone, foundations fall. Progress to where, and at what cost? The road to ruin remains paved, while freedom’s edifice is lost … Continue reading

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Back to the basics

Back to the basics: down that trail bringing us from the ocean’s foam where we shared space with fish and snail; back past Europe, far beyond Rome, before we started keeping track or had the means to tally score. If … 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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A Meeting is no Substitute for Progress: a cywydd llosgyrnog

So much to do, and time so tight that one would think to do things right the first time might be thought wise; but it’s a finger pointing game, no one willing to take the blame. Things stay the same. … Continue reading

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To Progress: a bucolic

To those who wish the past returned and simple life brought back in fashion, a relationship with the land renewed and the blight of urban living shunned, a hundred years of progress dissolved in the bliss of primitive survival, Who … Continue reading

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