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Season’s Crossroads
Wouldn’t know it from the weather, but the summer’s almost gone. Those lazy early days have faded, though the swelter lingers on; and the memory of the schoolyard has begun to slip away as if lessons barely ended prove you … Continue reading
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Tagged Badfinger, perfection, Pete Ham, regrets, seasons, summer
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Intimations of Idiocy
From early childhood until now I’ve spent my life immersed in earnest pantomime of games adults will feign to play: the forging of relationships through love, business and war; the chaos that somehow surprises all when facades fail and underneath, … Continue reading
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Tagged banality, childhood, commercialism, dreams, ignorance, regrets, sleep
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Words Burst the Thirteen Open
“I have nothing to say and I am saying it; that is poetry.” — Thirteen Words, John Cage What it is or was mulled over like cheap wine we drank although we didn’t know it and so we called our … Continue reading
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Tagged commitment, emptiness, John Cage, longing, poetry, regrets, relationships, Thirteen Words
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No More Sad Weepings of Regret
No more sad weepings of regret for could have beens and not quite yets, for rituals left incomplete for locked doors facing empty streets for words lost in a tempest’s rage for missteps on an unlit stage for ancient wounds … Continue reading
The Heart of Beauty
When Beauty stands alone at last upon the wretched reefs of time and watches as her suitors sink beyond the pale horizon line where tied to masts of providence they’ve closed their senses to her charms and set their sextants … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, beauty, coersion, illusions, loss, opinion, Persephone, regrets, relativity, slavery, time
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