Tag: Art
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Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 4 of 7
Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 4 of 7 I spent much time alone reading, writing in my journal, or just sleeping, trying to recapture the innocence so long gone. Sometimes I’d see him in a dream, walking by a stream, conversing with a dragonfly about its long life, or the philosophical ramifications…
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Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 3 of 7
Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 3 of 7 The Ohio National Guard murdered four students at Kent State, and I snapped. I joined the marches, not because I necessarily believed in the politics of the peace movement or its organizers. I didn’t really trust their motives (old ‘cold war’ conditioning), especially the…
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Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 2 of 7
Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 2 of 7 Soon I saw Bobby Kennedy murdered by Sirhan Sirhan, and my thoughts of Beauty, Truth, and Justice started to disappear like morning dew in the heat of midday. Dr. King was Murdered next. Then I watched as students and news reporters got their heads…
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Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 1 of 7
Where Are You When We Need You, Lamont? 1/7 There was a time, long ago, when I would say my prayers every night and go to sleep dreaming of my lady fair, whoever it happened to be that day, whom I had just rescued from the neighborhood bully, or Fu Manchu, or Moriarty. Sometimes I…
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Learning a Language
Learning a Language I think I could not learn another language, even passibly, unless I had a lover, who would only speak to me in that language until I’d learned it… Then again, I might never learn it for the sake of the ‘loving’ instruction and the pure lyrical joy of listening to its music..…
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Jailbird Caper
Jailbird Caper Riding down the road one fine summer morning in my ’65 GTO convertible (black on red and a little 389 with a quad), my brother riding shotgun; we were about to turn onto the freeway entrance ramp when the air was split by the local donut-boy’s siren. I immediately pulled off and waited…
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A Noontide Lyric
A Noontide Lyricby Oliver Wendel Holmes, Sr. (August 29 1809 – October 7 1894) THE dinner-bell, the dinner-bellIs ringing loud and clear;Through hill and plain, through street and lane,It echoes far and near;From curtained hall and whitewashed stall,Wherever men can hide,Like bursting waves from ocean caves,They float upon the tide. I smell the smell of…
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Bliss
Bliss Bliss, a mental, psychological state based onignorant hubris (as all hubris is ignorant).More simply, ignorance is bliss — so they say. If so, then what of intentional ignorance?Again, a symptom of hubris, known as denial.More simply, denial is ignorant and intentional. So, what then is hubris, denial, intentional ignorance,the willingness to abdicate one’s responsibilityto…
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Always Preposterous 2/2
Always Preposterous 2/2 What powers it all? Our basic beliefs, conditioned into us from cradle to grave, propaganda and indoctrination from our social gatekeepers, our institutions and their leaders, secular and religious. And regardless of their denials, both are political in the extreme. The whole purpose is to keep the ruling class, the rich and…
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Always Preposterous 1/2
Always Preposterous 1/2 National and international news is often quite revealing in what it neglects. Just look at what is going on around us right now. From destroying our water resources and pumping so much garbage into our air that our climate is already changing (undoubtedly past the critical tipping point), ruining two of the…
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