O waters of Iona crisp and pure! O snowy sands from some Ægean shore! Whisper to me now and end the yearning Of a thousand years of pious learning. What sweet melodies await us after We are lain in earth, what joys, what laughter? A waking dream! We know not when we sleep, Tomorrow’s dead […]
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The bachelors deride the husband’s life, And say he’s bullied daily by his wife, Then in the club they meet their friends to moan That matriarchal women rule the home. “A single man is only ever half A man,” the husband warns the men. They laugh As their reply, the happy husband spurn, And to […]
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We, the ceaseless et ferro, reject all art for its own sake. First and foremost due to the logical incoherence of the proposition; art can in no wise have a sake for it has not a self! The creation of art for its own sake — pah! — such is the narcissistic impulse of ego […]
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In young forgotten hearts the flames ignite Beyond the dusk they see the war to come; They do not fear the terrors of the night So distant from the Lord are those that write, Abiding by his throne the deeds unsung In young forgotten hearts the flames ignite The preacher and the charlatan excite More […]
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PROTEST LIFE is temporary DREAMS are forever Ivy admired the mural and strode through the underpass against the autumn chill. “The most poignant philosophy of our age is to be found on the walls of the underpass,” she rehearsed. With burning hands she slid her phone out of her bag and threw her hair back […]
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The voice, it drifts from mouth to mouth. Lungs swell, numbing tongues that can’t stop, unable to brace themselves for the wind that blows over the upright, once-tight lips. Now open, out it comes, the wind, the Voice, and these streams pool together and gather, kicking up dust in the countryside, pushing boulders off ocean […]
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One curious butterfly, with wings slashed and scalloped like a mediæval doublet, had a blue eye painted at the corner of either under-wing. The eyes were almost perfect in design; the blue iris had a limpid clearness; the pupil was naturally traversed by a delicate gleam of light. It was painting — Nature painting with […]
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I: “I wish to die,” he told his Father Or told himself, I should say rather His Father told him, “Do what thou wilt The purer intent further’s spirit distill’t” “But I wish to die, to see no more No more caring of what enters the fore” But the Father had enough of this talk […]
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Weeks ago, spring’s end Where summer opens Day settles into night Came loud tense laments Why’d he die he hungself high Why?! Came low, throat loose He was a heel he was runt So he’s buried now forgot Left in tongues for what he’s not
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George lived alone. His mouth was ulcerated and his retinas strained. His body was decaying and he treated this with ambivalence, for whom did he have to preserve his body for besides himself? He lived in self-imposed exile, beginning the day with an afternoon breakfast followed by a morning stroll under moonlight. He was promised […]
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