Category: American cantos
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Blaze
A thrill runs through them – swarming in the darkness cast by the night sky – as a man steps to the microphone And harangues.. A moment before they were a hundred lives with a thousand cares milling about in momentary association. A moment later they are a seething oneness with two hundred eyes but…
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From Arizona to Missouri
In the summer of 2007, I had an epiphany. It was about, of all things, Rock, Paper, Scissors. Rock, Paper, Scissors is a non-transitive method of decision between two people, wherein each secretly picks one of the items and they compare. The key bit is that each item ties with itself, loses to one item,…
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The Memory of Pain
Awhile back, I had a toothache. I don’t mean a sort of ache-in-the-gums, vague, “oh, I’d better brush more regularly” toothache. I am talking about a full-blown nuclear meltdown in my teeth. Throughout my life I have been blessed with pretty strong teeth but now the evil forces of dental decay had their vengeance. It…
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Takings and Leavings
Let’s just take a moment Take stock of where we stand. I could take you all the way If you’d just take my hand. I can take direction When your writing’s on the wall I will always take your side But I won’t take the fall. When you leave me, you still take me by…
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Meaning Between Extremes
The fact I walk in darkness Doesn’t mean I love the night And the fact I didn’t see it Doesn’t mean I’ve lost my sight. The fact I won’t surrender Doesn’t mean I want to fight. And the fact it all went wrong, Doesn’t mean it wasn’t right. The fact I never said I love…
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A Tide Between
Two bodies whirl past each other, reaching across the void tugging at each other’s centers pulling each other into a dance they circle a common center If things were simple, if they were simple The dance would be eternal A balance between come-hither And keep away That turns attraction to stability. But they are not…
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The King Lies Dying
The King lies dying. Night after night, awake in his bed at an unholy hour, he feels his life leaking out of his body, gathering in limp black pools in the pits of his history, like the sweat that congeals between his back and the bedsheets. Unseen above him the stars stagger ’round the sky…
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Sometimes the worst thing is saying, “I’m sorry”.
So, last Saturday (Sep 11), a paper in Maine ran a story about the local celebrations at the end of Ramadan the day before. It was a pretty innocuous piece, a typical fluff article about local culture. Then the Internet happened.
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A fantastic visual response to “Show us your papers” in AZ…
From the cartoonist Lee Judge ( http://media.kansascity.com/images/cartoons/judge/04-2010/judge_04272010_700.jpg)
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Health of the Republic: Reset to 50%
It’s been a while since I’ve updated this ticker. And it remains completely arbitrary, of course. But with a new administration taking hold of the reins, it’s time for some (cautious) optimism about the restoration of the Republic. I have genuine high hopes for Barack Obama and his people. I think this is a smart,…