Saturday, November 21, 2009
RE: DANSE MACABRE
Tzippy had a great comment and suggested that I post it on her blog. So, if anyone is interested, I'll be on her blog.
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DANSE MACABRE
THE DANSE MACABRE I have grown weary with this world and its many shadings of truth and falsehood. I say to this world:: “NO MORE! Be done with me and take whatever plunder that may be left in the wake of my passing.” All that is noteworthy has now become passé; and the mundane has assumed the regal...
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
THE WEAVERS
The soul's journey is most treacherous for it is bound to explore the cause of human nature with its myriad patterns woven with the threads of existence into the erratic tapestry of life. And, not only are we both tapestry and fabric and weaver alike, but the needle as well. Thus we weave endlessly,...
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Monday, November 9, 2009
AN OBSERVATION
Foolish man, that you seek understanding and atonement at the same moment, for each cancels out the other just as a wayward breeze, blowing the precise way, can extinguish the strongest unguarded lamp. So the question really becomes, of the two, which one finally quenches our soul’s thirst? joab
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Sunday, November 8, 2009
DEBATING WITH THE MUSE
You are a gypsy and know the secrets of my insanity. “I am a gypsy and am not to be trusted with any secret.” You are the Holy of Holies and I desire to enter you. “I am the Holy of Holies and receive all who enter.” You are the Great Whore of Babylon and have Known the world. “I am the Mistress of...
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Saturday, November 7, 2009
THE MAN OF WOOL"
Such a man casts no shadow, yet, his passing goes not unseen by the discerning eye. Just as a passing invisible, brief and refreshing breeze can soothe the heated brow; so can the man of wool, no less invisible than the wind, soothe the heated mind with a passing glance. joab
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
MEN OF "PEACE"
Moving in a disjointed serpentine manner, the men of peace and goodwill proceed; their faces hidden behind tinted windows designed to withstand a lethal hurled insult; their bodies reposed upon expensive fabric, stitched into bulletproof armor. Who are these men of peace that we should make so much...
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
REVERIE AT HIGH NOON
The almost noon sun illuminates many dimensions in its orbit. Were they words they would cascade through space forming comets and meteors to illuminate those of us with lesser vision. joab
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
DRAGON AT TWO O'CLOCK HIGH (or STONEHENGE REVISITED CIRCA '68)
DRAGON AT TWO O’CLOCK (or Stonehenge Revisited) It was mid-afternoon on a summer’s day, when the dragon landed in Venice Bay. A handsome creature of iridescent hues, it capsized sailboats and consumed their crews. Then, using feet to paddle and tail to steer, the beast propelled itself to Santa...
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VIEW FROM A DUNE -- VENICE 1967
VIEW FROM A DUNE I watch you scavenge and ponder the method by which you lift stones and shiny surfaces from the sand. Is it for continuity’s sake or in despair that you curl your fingers into grappling hooks? You lookers-into-the-sea for insights; you graspers of passing flecks of foam; how can you...
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