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Thursday, July 14, 2011

speaking of patriots again...

How about those mega-millionaires who have made their fortunes in this country, and who, just like the people who actually can't afford new taxes, resist the concept of taxation? Heya, Deep Pockets! Why don't you dig down and make a contribution against the national deficit? Why wait to be taxed? Why not give back, just... give? To make your country stronger--to save the need for cuts to children and elders? To put the greedy bastards to shame...? Drop in the bucket..? BS... it is a drop out of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

This is a different mythology, the story of Beren's finding of Tinuviel, my interpretation of a myth of Middle-earth created by JRR Tolkien Oh, the world is grey, a bitter place of ash of waste of effort come to naught... So long I've wandered lost in such a fog of useless striving of anguish unassuaged... Then suddenly A light! And color nearly blinding to my life-starved eye! The heavens, purest deepest blue, and laced with beams of star and moonlight! The richest greens the shades of depths... Sign in to see full entry.

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On Patriotism

Patriots aren't what they used to be. Well, probably they are, but they aren't how we remember them. Patriots used to be those who strove with might and mind for the good of their nation, so we recall in the idealistic glow of looking-back on a Golden Age that probably consisted of a lot of people just like us, griping over the present, and looking further back for their own ideals realized in yet a more distant Golden Age. That's memory, for you. Nostalgia: the elder version of adolescent... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Aladdin's Lamp inspired this one

Djinn All this I will give thee, only ask... What you dream for is yours if you make it my task! I will build you a palace of mother-of-pearl... I will you bring you bright gems from around the world... Gold in abundance, and health and love And magic carpets to lift you above All care and worry... Just rub this flask, And all you have to do, is ask... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Of Theseus and the Minotaur

LABYRINTH What is this, that you are seeking, Hero, here among the reeking passages that twist around, and lead you into cul-de-sacs, hemmed in by walls marked with the axe, double-headed and two-faced...? Once upon a time you raced-- in sunlight gleaming off the sea you sweated in your lissome grace, by the age-twisted cypress tree, stood tall and young and full of years and watched the galleys tribute-full-- of youths, of maids, of parting tears and carrying a nation's fears-- with black... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 27, 2011

Venus Rising...

On The Half-Shell Out of the sea on rising foam Venus emerges, makes herself at home, and the Gods all pause a moment to look and admire and plan... and their canny brains cook... The Goddesses, too-- they look and they see a sister to them and a rival-to-be... For the proper attentions, there must always be, to Wisdom, and to Fidelity. And Discord smiles to see this birth Her job's secure forever on Earth! Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 26, 2011

And then there were the wax wings...

Icarus in the Sky Icarus, Icarus, foolish lad! It's the worst idea you've ever had and there were others I thought were bad! To soar to the stars, you demented bird, takes more than wax wings, or hadn't you heard? My lad, you have flown to the height of absurd! And yet, and yet, the impulse was grand, though you never considered you'd have to land... Yet, to be with the gods, lad...? I do understand! Those of us with our feet on the ground usually have something harsh to say about those who... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 25, 2011

Another ancient theme: The Ilyad

Ashes in the Oracle’s Mouth Helen, oh Helen! You silly git! You pretty face, You great lack-wit! Paris, perspective was never your strength Just please yourself at any length! Menelaus, big as a bull your heart pumps blood and that is all. Agamemnon, greed for power cuts at your life line hour by hour. Achilles, as honest as killers come-- kill and be killed is your personal sum. Hector, oh Hector, where else could you end but dragged beyond death your mouth full of sand. Homer, great Homer,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 21, 2011

For GypsyButterfly who mentioned Ma'at

MEDUSA O maid, you once were lovely, full of grace, and named for Wisdom in eternal female form-- Metis, Ma'at, Medha the names you bore... But the passing generations, reshaping and restructuring the norm, made you over as a thing to fear, no longer Maid, but monstrous with a deadly, stony gaze; Men made you cruel and cold and perilous to life in latter days, forgetting that the peril in your eyes is Truth too true for them to see, and live. Grim-faced now, the Gorgon who is wise, whose... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 22, 2011

*looking around* Who left on the Rapture Train...? Anyone you know?

I guess if the train came and went yesterday, whoever is left... was left. Or maybe it was never meant to be translated as a religious event, this Rapture that has been a feature of fundamentalist Christianity for only about 200 years anyway. Consider what has changed in just the past six months, the past year in the world: revolution on so many levels, on such grand scales! And small ones, too. A lot of apocalypse for those in the center of it, whatever the size. What I observe in all of them... Sign in to see full entry.

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