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The creative pro-The creative pro-
No, not process;
Impetus, drive, thrust.
Parry, riposte, repeat.
Oh, wasted time
And forced rhymes
And meter decays. Staccato. Staccato.
The sound of a beating
Running through alleys
Running through streets
Nothing gained, but nothing lost
And life is lived
And that is beautiful.
Thoughts on Tao I
To learn a little about Tao
Take what I write into your heart
To learn much about Tao
Take what I don't write into your heart
And laugh some more
We speak of baffling things as if they were simple
And simplicity baffles us
If Tao were confusing
The West would know about it
Tao is everywhere, we do not limit it
A man may live his life as a fool and know not of Tao
But today learn of it
And tomorrow teach it
Wisdom is great where there is discipline
Often greater where there is none
I took two copies of the Tao Te Ching out from the library.
I examined the first book. It was thin, a traditional translatio
The prefix supplements our arsenal,
Daily decreasing the syllables to say
Homo has lost its sapience.
The muted screams -
Can you hear them too?
Can you hear the flashes on the horizon plead with God,
"How did it come to this?"
I hear them!
I hear them even now, and smell the fumes
Of steel and hope and my very heart
You demanded I burn.
My fellow Americans:
Inspiration you ask for, I give you revelation;
Mystery of all time - "what is death?"
Now I know...
Death is a suffix.
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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