Thoughts from the heights of an abyss
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The weekend was dull. Amongst the teeming conversations in the blogosphere nothing made me pause. It was the same thing over and over. Yahoo this, Google that, Microsoft sucks and so on. Sometimes reality resembles a junkyard. Debris in various stages of preparation.
Me needed a little poetry. And all I had in [...]
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Such a guileless beckoning from the worlds of sleep A blanket of hush upon the clamour of life High and low, rise and fall postponed Another day, perhaps another life..
del.icio.us Tags: sleep, poetry, philosophy
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Just came back from a dress rehearsal of The Midsummer Night’s Dream as part of the Free Shakespeare festival at the Boston Commons.
The stage is kept a little ahead of where the car is. A charming little stage, topped with green grass and some balloons. The balloons seem to be props for trees. Since [...]
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And thus began the self-deception that all sorrow is knowledge and the tacit acknowledgement of grief as the sign of wisdom.
The phrase occurs in Manfred, a drama in poetry by aord Byron, in the first soliloquy of Manfred, the protagonist who debates the intent of life having known all that is to be known, has an unknown and mysterious [...]
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