In the Beginning – An American Myth (Re-post)

When you’re going to hit something on the nose, hit it hard and fast and often. — Aristotle… or Confucius (whatever, I found the quote on the internet)   … Only the flicker Over the strained time-ridden faces Distracted from distraction by distraction Filled with fancies empty of meaning… — TS Eliot from Burnt Norton, […]

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A Confession

I am not a learned man, as I sit in this empty room I admit the diplomas on my wall are certificates of debt – nothing more; perhaps if my learning did not come through an untamed curiosity and fits of wild distraction I could speak higher of my higher education.   My library is […]

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Until the Fire and the Rose are One

For many of us, I suppose there are a handful works of literature that captivate us so utterly that our lives are forever marked by them. My first poetic love was Lord Alfred Tennyson who was the first to teach me even as a high school student to hope that no soul would be forever […]

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Frayed Edges

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. TS Eliot – The Four Quartets: Burnt Norton I   There are nights where I get so ripped at the seams that […]

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To Hell with Them? – Part 2

All shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well By the purification of the motive In the ground of our beseeching.   TS Eliot, FOUR QUARTETS – Little Gidding III (For the 1st entry in this series see: To Hell With Them? – Part 1) From the outset I must make it […]

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