Tuesday, July 9, 2013

GATHERED THOUGHTS


…gray morning old muse wanted and denied revisiting...

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…dull amber apartment lights gleam faintly in the monochrome air…


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…bare branches holding brilliant clusters of autumn leaves last of the season…


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…throngs of children and mothers school-bound…some fathers too…the enterprise continues its inexorable pattern…generations surge like waves through time…


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…eye ear tongue fingers…sight sound taste touch…and variations thereof…


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…created by what we create…known by what we know…this is our world…by God’s leave…


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…cold silver sky…looking out the window…a child again observing the morning…

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…identity…the sum of these ordinary events and my perception…reasserts…

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…empty hands…releasing the past to gain what is to come…to lose it in the course of its term…

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what the future hides
the present decides

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lobotomize the Mass Mind quick
while there's still Life left to save


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Value the friend who will not involve you in his penance.

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I am turning before the eye of another; that is, another I viewing the turning.


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Only at reunion with the All—does one finally possess the shared face.



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One grows silent in one's ranting when there is certainty there is no chance to prevail against the established order.


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Where go the herds, go the parasites.


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Only in this world is the parasite a king.


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Oppressor and oppressed share a single face.


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Knowledge is always after the fact.

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you can’t disdain the world then expect it to make a place for you…



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Name a god…and you name yourself…




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