Tag Archives: Life

TRUANT

The wren is very small but its voice is very loud, confident and tuneful. It is as lively as a kitten. Yet it has no formal education. Nor does it contribute to a government-approved pension scheme.  

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FREEDOM TO OR FREEDOM FROM?

Power aims at Freedom To; finds itself on a collision course with all the other Freedoms To that inhabit gods and men and beast; storm and drought and pestilence; sickness, old age and death. Wisdom aims for Freedom From discovers … Continue reading

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CHRYSALIS

Livingness, held in place, projects the image of a face. The face itself no more form has than moon on water or shade on glass. Yet fathers forth both tears and laughter, a story of before and after, which sports … Continue reading

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UNFINISHED

A face half in shadow in the gallery; sudden silence among the guests, candlelit at the long table below. Girls serving sherbet in the caravanserai. Before the whirlwind in the sandstorm’s eye tears up the desert. A severed head and … Continue reading

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THE HAPPIEST OLD

The happiest old have nothing and don’t mind. The happiest young are old before their time. Few these. The others are behind their years, suffer thirteen-year-olds’ fears into their twenties, and in their forties have appetite for sins of twenty. … Continue reading

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THE SUDDENLY SEPARATE SPIDER SENTRY

STILLNESS is the space between movements the crack in the universe the gloved hand with the art to pull apart two thin life stitches and let a stab of nothing in. An eye with sky behind for mind, a face … Continue reading

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FOR MOTHER AND CHILD

Why wake him? You woke to nothing, do you think he won’t? Your hand will guide him firmly and away, your lips will teach the nonsense he will say, your sins on him every day. At best, he’ll pass the … Continue reading

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