A Zibaldone Reflection: On the Myth of the Fountain Pen It was a Parker 51, burgundy, with a gold cap. My father gave it to me when I was twelve, the Christmas before Cory disappeared. I remember the feel of it—its weight, the smoothness of the lacquer, the way the nib glided, effortlessly inscribing my […]
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The pale light of yesterday is the illusion to be dispelled. The shining through illuminating all is not a diurnal time sense. That incandescent transparency always is. There is no slippage between today and tomorrow, like you thought. Nothing to dispel, although it appears so. You stood around, ad-libbing the witness. Yet you clung to
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Alone Together at Café Café There is music playing everywhere. A young couple, alone together at Café Café Prague discuss their living arrangements. Plan next departures with built-in rendezvous points, all the while dreaming alternate lines of flight they never speak about. An author of some renown scribbles notes as she listens to the conversations
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Hey Chaze, don’t you know… There are dimples in your perception, Doubts and ditties too profound to mess with. Take cover in the undertow, my friend! Gnostic fabulation is all the rage these days, Takes the edge off indirection and misdeeds, It’s not time yet to proceed so take the temporary route. Be radically temporal
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“Welcome to ‘Metawhimsical Variations,’ a collection of poems and commentary that explores the intersections of the serious and the fantastical, the weighty and the lighthearted. Drawing inspiration from both the metaphysical and the whimsical, these poems offer a playful yet (possibly) profound reflection on the mysteries of existence. Through a variety of forms and styles,
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Canto 1 There are dimples in your perception, Doubts and ditties too profound to mess with. Take cover in the undertow! Gnostic fabulation goes a long way these days, Takes the edge off indirection and misdeeds. It’s not time yet to proceed, so Take the temporary route, Be radically temporalizing in your deliberations, Seek
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I promised myself a new blog posting, a series actually, tied together (however loosely) by some kind of thematic frame. Given my semi-disciplined mind, this endeavour does require a structure, a frame to contain the chaos, focus the irrruptions, gather the threads into some manner of a weave. However, not a frame story, not a
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Untitled New ArtWork Does a title really matter? I use this experimental piece and the accompanying narrative to bring more explicitly art references and other influences into the story/composition. This multilayered, multimedia work brings a Mondrian-like scaffolding to a textured ground that is part earth-scape, part colour fields, part wall & paper debris, a conflation
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