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On Adventure
On Adventure To sail the wine dark seas for life for a spirit of the times is many man’s fair dream i know and many woman’s woe Tis thus that Ulysses has meant to all that renegade of souls his … Continue reading
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A Poem
A Poem A poem is more than life though it is only words it carries blood and bone and wreckage and afterthought and gentle rains and blizzards and teapot handles broken off and stormfronts from the sea and golden boughs … Continue reading
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A Note On Shelley’s Frankenstein
On Shelley’s Frankenstein (amongst other things) Nature Red in tooth and red in gan has nothing on the soul of man For what remains beneath the skin is all that lets the beauty in and with it darkness and regret … Continue reading
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A Failed Tennyson Reports
A failed Tennyson reports The citadel has fallen the children cry and scream the broken sound of silence is the cracking of a dream but i am filled with fortune and i can leave at will like Ulysses the sailor … Continue reading
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