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Intimation

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star” – William Wordsworth Once upon a star, lyrics mated with the dark– Memory was born.

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Living Mythology

“Essentially, mythologies are enormous poems that are renditions of insights, giving some sense of the marvel, the miracle and wonder of life.” – Joseph Campbell Brokering the truest gold from the radiant core of melting mortal want, your life is … Continue reading

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Twice and Then Some

“After all, it is no more surprising to be born twice, than it is to be born once.” – Voltaire On the slow winding backroads to heaven, the soul– burnished, braided in ash, given to fits of symmetry, plunged into … Continue reading

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Attic

“Gnossienne: A moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of … Continue reading

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Desire

Within the rounded sermon of the inanimate, a favored coursing, by which light spreads its wordless fingers upon the world’s private longing.

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Could Be Heaven

No sin of which to speak, always beginnings, rogue, feral, growing wild among the greenest seasons of fire and becoming, or, siring the form of a dancer dancing in the clouds, lightning at her feet, as the rain begins to … Continue reading

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The Lighthouse and the Labyrinth

A thousand and one labyrinths, maybe more, filled with the lost and forlorn, weeping, yet never losing sight of the hidden lighthouse, that favored legend of which rumors have prevailed, to guide the dreamers, in the way that secrets whisper … Continue reading

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A Thousand Women

“I am not indifferent to the greater dramas hanging over us, but drama is everywhere the same, microcosm or macrocosm. It is not my destiny to live the drama of Spain, war, death, agony, hunger. It is my destiny to … Continue reading

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American Alley

“What absurdity.  There is not one novel of America.  There are a thousand Americas. Big Business is only one of its inhuman, monstrous products.  But jazz is the expression of America’s romantic self, its sensual potency, its lyrical force. Big … Continue reading

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Them Blues

“… the blues is an impulse to keep the painful details and episodes of a brutal experience alive in one’s aching consciousness, to finger its jagged train and transcend it, not by the consolation of philosophy but by squeezing from … Continue reading

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