Monthly Archives: November 2012

Words

What good are words, at last she starts to ask, and why so wonderful do they still seem when they appear to fail at every task of deep significance? For she’ll esteem and honor words and use them very well, … Continue reading

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What Mattered Most (End)

After you concentrate awhile on the self-awareness, you realize you need other-awareness too. That’s how you begin to figure out life, and figuring it out, appreciating it, seems to be the assignment. You try to connect with someone else. You … Continue reading

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What Mattered Most (Middle)

The next day I did a lot of considering. The visions began. Maybe I should have waited for my new skill to settle into focus. Maybe I could have deferred my god-man while I learned. I never saw us clearly; … Continue reading

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What Mattered Most (Beginning)

You. I know you meant what mattered most in some little vignette. You wanted me to tell you a story and then sum it up. A fable would have done nicely. But I went cosmic on you, and I give … Continue reading

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Block

I’ve been at this artistic discipline at least a thousand days now, don’t you know? And I can read and blush or groan or grin at poetry I wrote some time ago, except that I don’t want to see the … Continue reading

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Death

Sarcastic death, ironic circumstance: The wit may be divine that’s also mean, undignified or futile, and the dance the reaper leads is not a noble scene. Or if it is, its rareness makes it so – heroic, tragic, borne as … Continue reading

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Ob(li)vious

Sometimes a thing will jump out at you, fresh, and let you see it like you never did before. It’s usually a fortunate occurrence, and with me it happens most often regarding words. Maybe that’s just because I pay so … Continue reading

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