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Delight and glory and oddity and light. What does this mean? And In Heaven There Is A Kingdom. Strings, harps, and lyres! As Thou art one. With God; the throne. Is Thine, as Son,. In Hell There Is Democracy. Warm, good ground for growing things,. Rich and black and deep and.
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The denizens had died weeks earlier. Of traps that snapped vertebrae. They lay with eyes like blackberry grains,. Serves yous right for poaching potatoes. And shitting in the grocery basket,. Bag them up and bin them,. But opening the drawer was sadder,. The mess of paper, leaves, string,.
All my new stuff has been and will be posted on that site. There is a green pasture in Italy. They point back to a community. With its verdant Sylvan bloom. With more authority than kings or even Gods.
When we endeavor to talk about a thing by assigning to it a word, what we are really summating are three different aspects of their existence as they are known to us. The first is the idea of the named thing as something observed by our outer senses. The color, scent, feel, sound, and taste of a thing. When we use a word to name a thing, these things are certainly considered though they may vary in particular cases. Table is, and what a.
Thursday, August 9, 2012. Paris Through the Night, Part 2. Eventually I made may over to Montmartre. A long funicular railway winds its way up to the church, but the line was of course closed for the night. I had a long walk up the stairs to the top. When I got there, the sun was coming up and this place, the best vantage point in Paris, was deserted.
Voices That Must Be Heard. From now on you can find my blogging over there. No more of this cross-posting silliness. I apologize to those offended by the prospect of having to click over to another page, but I like living the dangerous life.