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Looking Back at Years of Writing

I seek an answer in the shadow of these years spent wandering and lost; in crumpled notebook pages that mark a trail of desperation and precocious notions, sex-crazed teenage dreams stained with cigarette ash and the half-mad scrawl of an … Continue reading

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On Writing

Why is that writers — and it doesn’t matter which writer you choose — at some point in their chosen vocation end up writing about writing? And why do non-writers see that as so unusual, so self-centered and ultimately circular? … Continue reading

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Playing the Blues Again

When you play the blues, at some point, you’ve got to decide. Whether to play around the issue, like Charlie Parker, flitting in and out just hinting at the melody, giving subtle suggestions on the point you’re trying to make … Continue reading

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Two Poets Lament, Part II

Perhaps the world is full of verse that fails, inspiring none to act as heroes should; and in frustration, lesser poets rail against the confine and form of the good, their self-aggrandized talents gone to waste that they alone lament … Continue reading

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Dada

Art for art’s sake? Some mad Protestant Hell: give glory to gods too quick dethroned, the crowds that crowned them discharged early and now gone home, their purpose found too soon, before they grew strong. Without any message, pure art, … Continue reading

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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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A Blessing for the Road: a benison or blessing

I’ve asked much from the universe, expecting, like a child, that forces outside my control, untamed, feral and wild, would take a hand, and mold my life in ordered, simple ways. Such is the expectation of most people, when they … Continue reading

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