Archive for November, 2008

  • Late, then, to pon­der these old ques­tions Posed so long ago—laughed at, for­got­ten, When the slen­der moon came into view And she seemed love­lier than all the others. But patience,...

    Philosophy

    Late, then, to pon­der these old ques­tions Posed so long ago—laughed at, for­got­ten, When the slen­der moon came into view And she seemed love­lier than all the others. But patience,...

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  • What is dream, ultimately, but a testing of darkness, a venture out into that world, the bourne from which no traveler returns? I heard two voices from the deep. The...

    What Is Dream?

    What is dream, ultimately, but a testing of darkness, a venture out into that world, the bourne from which no traveler returns? I heard two voices from the deep. The...

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  • Stand in this curved space. Words flow around you, their source unre­vealed. Whose voice? Famil­iar, yet changed. A whisper. It is pos­si­ble to split a beam of pure light, to...

    Whispering Gallery

    Stand in this curved space. Words flow around you, their source unre­vealed. Whose voice? Famil­iar, yet changed. A whisper. It is pos­si­ble to split a beam of pure light, to...

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  • There are a num­ber of ways to go wrong in poetry. Unfor­tu­nately, the Poetry Estab­lish­ment is only will­ing to admit the exis­tence of a select few of them. The oth­ers...

    Poetic Pitfalls

    There are a num­ber of ways to go wrong in poetry. Unfor­tu­nately, the Poetry Estab­lish­ment is only will­ing to admit the exis­tence of a select few of them. The oth­ers...

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