3/9/14 Verses in the Blenheim Palace grounds i. – walking through the meadow, full of sun and picnicking families ii. – in the Secret Garden iii. – lying in the meadow in the sun iv. – walking up a hill in the twilight, sniffing in the glorious smell of sheep-poop on a pilgrimage to the…
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3/10/14
3/10/14 {my take on Shakespeare’s “all the world’s a stage”} The grass was a lurid green, wildflowers minuscule, half hidden glowed cadaver-white. Clouds like angry monsters, puffed and bloated, roamed the sky, a plastic blue pragmatic mass under which we mortals lie, and scurry like insects to and fro through petty drama ’til we…
*The world is full of nonsense – {post-math musings}
The perversity of man’s order! A paradox. What we call opposites – dissimilar to each other in every aspect of their beings – we associate together, making them similar in dissimilarity. Those who refuse to agree, agree in their agreement to disagree. We call 1 “small “and 1000 “large”, but call 1000 “small” when 100,000,000,000…
His life story in my imagination. . . .
Wrinkles run through his face, riverbeds often flooded with tears. This line from when his son died, this one from years of labor, Here; it appeared on a rainy day at 15 left on the street. When his wife left for good, little creases filled in the gaps between lines, cobwebs in the space she…