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Tag Archives: regret
How Tragic: epistle (rubliw)
Dear Dick: That’s quite a trick, to make a story stick, dipped in pure bullshit two feet thick and built up solid brick by brick. Must say it makes me sick, you egocentric big prick. Dear Rich: I hate to … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, bullshit, consequences, ego, epistle, letters, poetic forms, regret, Richard Wilbur, rubliw
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Lines from Our Epitaph: chant royal
’Tis morning, for the cock at dawn has crowed; and in the bustle of the waking day each wipes away the sleep and takes their load from where it slept – and moves along their way. Some burdens may seem … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, chant royal, daily poems, French verse forms, futility, hope, passion, poetic forms, regret
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A Thing Survives: byr a thoddaid
So: can a thing survive a fall, then lift itself enough to crawl from where it lands to some safe place, to heal and hide its bruised, scarred face until the foe that pushed it down has doubt it ever … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, byr a thoddaid, combat, daily poems, poetic forms, regret, retaliation, survival, Welsh verse forms
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1. Don’t Worry About Death
I can honestly say that right now, I don’t worry all that much about dying. I don’t fear what is, or isn’t, to come. I thank my parents, and their introduction to their parents’ religion, but an otherwise free-thinking non-religious … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations
Tagged death, Montaigne, mortality, My Life Around Art, regret
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The Speed of Now
What use is feeling sorry for what might have never been, some chimera of fantasy that if it had appeared might easily have torn to shreds the life it would improve, inspired to burn too brightly, leaving nothing in its … Continue reading
Ground Zero
What conversation would you like rejoined,pretending that no years have intervenedand that the cares we once thought so immensestill weigh in at their same old magnitude,when those long idle hours spent in talkwith no intent except to measure timewith Prufrock’s … Continue reading
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Tagged conversations, daily poems, friends, personal history, regret
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No point in calling it
No point in calling it a cryin’ shame Suffering in darkness for want of a flame New boss or old boss, pretty much the same Only thing different is a brand new name No point in wallowing in might have … Continue reading
Posted in Songs
Tagged cities, friendship, history, New Orleans, regret, relationships, rivers
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