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Sunday, May 20, 2018

Spicy stewed chicken drumsticks

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The hopeless thing

Sometimes the hopeless thing is the necessary thing.

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Saturday, May 19, 2018

New poems

+15

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On death

As dark is to light, death is to darkness.

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Friday, May 18, 2018

Not the kind

The kind of people who thrive
in the kind of world we've made
are not my kind.

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Thursday, May 17, 2018

Unacceptable (Seay)

Childhood's end arrives when we realize that the world is unacceptable. Am I right? It's unacceptable! It's corrupt! It is a vale of sorrows, a kitchen full of smoke, a perpetual travail. What can we do? We can capitulate. We can give up our expectations, and accept what is the case. Or, we can fight. We can resist. Here, I think, is where the desire to create originates: from this great visceral disgust with the world, and with the experience of living in it. I'm not speaking of a desire to reform or reshape the world, mind you. I'm talking about the desire to negate it entirely, to replace it with something better, more suited to ourselves. In recognizing this desire, of course, we find ourselves in the company of our two friends, the poet and the magus.

Martin Seay, The Mirror Thief

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Wednesday, May 16, 2018

The poet & the poem

The poet is consciousness; the poem is experience processed through consciousness.

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Tuesday, May 15, 2018

New poems

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Monday, May 14, 2018

People's capacity (Seay)

You should never underestimate people's capacity to believe weird things.

Martin Seay, The Mirror Thief

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Saturday, May 12, 2018

Illusion

The visual illudes the visionary.

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Friday, May 11, 2018

Error

Our engines run on error.

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Thursday, May 10, 2018

Mysterious (Matisse)

There are so many things I would like to understand, and most of all myself—after a half century of hard work and reflection the wall is still there. Nature—or rather, my nature—remains mysterious.

Henri Matisse

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Wednesday, May 09, 2018

Where to go

Walk away from those trying to make your world smaller; follow the ones who offer to enlarge it.

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Tuesday, May 08, 2018

New poems

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Monday, May 07, 2018

Totem (Hampl)

Or maybe that has been the point, even the project, of modernity: to abandon the gaze, to give over to the glimpse. Accept that truth is relative, authenticity is personal, and art is the business of broken bits. Admit that the fragment is our totem. And that catching things on the fly, no matter how exhausting, is more real and right than any fullness of classic form.

Patricia Hampl, Blue Arabesque

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Sunday, May 06, 2018

The hardest

The hardest falsehood to reject
is what should be true but isn't.

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Saturday, May 05, 2018

OK (Stewart)

I think now a whole life can be spent OK
giving up love, waiting for thunder.

Arthur J. Stewart, from "Waiting For Thunder"

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Friday, May 04, 2018

Yourself

You have yourself to think.

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Wednesday, May 02, 2018

On grief

Who dares relinquish grief,
when what remains when it goes
is so much worse?

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Tuesday, May 01, 2018

New poems

+15

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