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Bro. Bartleby: Invisible Strings
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail? Yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant. Thursday, August 07, 2014. From the beginning of time. To each right now. And all the countless. Of mother and father. Of sons and daughters. That are still connected. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Bro. Bartleby: Slowly at First
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail? Yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant. Thursday, August 07, 2014. At first they were small letting goes. The empty space in the garage grew. Then closets inside the house. Emptied of old fashions. In a thrift store. By someone still young.
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Bro. Bartleby: Silence
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail? Yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant. Wednesday, February 04, 2015. The journey was about to begin. And then the forever unknown. Where life is not. Filled with total silence. By twisting and curling. That dwelled on a speck.
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Bro. Bartleby: The Salt of the Earth
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail? Yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant. Wednesday, July 09, 2014. The Salt of the Earth. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Zoon Blauw Monastery, Southwest desert climes, United States. View my complete profile. The Salt of the Earth.
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Bro. Bartleby: The Spring of Autumn
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail? Yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant. Wednesday, April 09, 2014. The Spring of Autumn. The park bench was warm. As they sat together. Because words were just enough. To bring the moment. But the moment did end. As they sat together.
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Bro. Bartleby: The Songbirds
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail? Yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant. Friday, March 14, 2014. Did he have a choice. To think of things to come. As he pounded nails. Into two by fours. Yet would they ever. From sweat and toil. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Bro. Bartleby: Gathering on the Porch
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail? Yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant. Friday, May 09, 2014. Gathering on the Porch. With nothing to do. Some sat in their chairs. Others paced the length. While the light breeze. Cooled the noontime sun. But thoughts were many.
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Bro. Bartleby: Another Chance
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail? Yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant. Thursday, October 09, 2014. Called a bitter old man. He couldn’t figure it out. When it could have been. To act like them. As they all were. But he turned away. Like the next day. On cold winter mornings.
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Bro. Bartleby: The Blackboard
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail? Yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant. Friday, September 12, 2014. He began writing the novel. Each page was printed. With a stick of chalk. As the story unfolded. One page at a time. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Paula's House of Toast.
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Bro. Bartleby: Remember
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail? Yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant. Wednesday, May 06, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Zoon Blauw Monastery, Southwest desert climes, United States. View my complete profile. Paula's House of Toast. A Purpose More Obscure.
