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Where Poetry Goes to Die: Here Lies A. Dormer: He Got Tired
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Gods of the the Copybook Headings. Friday, July 4, 2014. Here Lies A. Dormer: He Got Tired. Lazy, leaning epitaphs. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fearlessly writing "things.". View my complete profile. Here Lies A. Dormer: He Got Tired. A View From Behind the Curtain. Christian Classics Ethereal Library. U of M - Gardening. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Where Poetry Goes to Die: My Boy
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Gods of the the Copybook Headings. Thursday, June 5, 2014. Sometimes in the morning. My boy brings me coffee. If I would have slippers. He'd bring me those too. He's eager and willing. To serve and be helpful. I need to make lists. Of the things he can do. I just love your poetry - down to earth yet full of beauty. I check all the time to see new work. :). June 6, 2014 at 7:37 AM. Hey thanks. :-). June 6, 2014 at 3:48 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fearlessly writing "things.". U of M - Gardening.
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Where Poetry Goes to Die: Gods of the the Copybook Headings
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Gods of the the Copybook Headings. Gods of the the Copybook Headings. This poem by Rudyard Kipling is a wonderful comment on Romans 1:18-1:32. Alternatively, it is a terrible comment on the nature of humanity and the wrath of God. Kipling describes his "Gods of the Copybook Headings" as the gods who of eternal, immutable law. These "gods" and this law cannot be escaped and will brutally make what corrections are necessary to bring humanity back into some kind of conformity. They denied that the Moon was ...
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Where Poetry Goes to Die: Squash
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Gods of the the Copybook Headings. Monday, June 2, 2014. In a garden, the squash seems compelled. To flee from itself, so it spreads. And passing its borders it melds. With all in the garden bed. And it ends up squashed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fearlessly writing "things.". View my complete profile. The Immodesty of Law or The Sly Humor of Irony. Affliction (and a glib response to it). A View From Behind the Curtain. Christian Classics Ethereal Library. U of M - Gardening.
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Where Poetry Goes to Die: Algebraic Breakfast
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Gods of the the Copybook Headings. Monday, July 7, 2014. Two pieces of toast. Four cups of coffee, no cream. First word's value) 3 = syllables. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fearlessly writing "things.". View my complete profile. Here Lies A. Dormer: He Got Tired. A View From Behind the Curtain. Christian Classics Ethereal Library. U of M - Gardening. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Where Poetry Goes to Die: Affliction (and a glib response to it)
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Gods of the the Copybook Headings. Friday, June 6, 2014. Affliction (and a glib response to it). Do you know how, in northern climes,. Your car gets surrounded, covered. By salt and dirt and snow-booger slime? Or how, in more tropical places,. A guy gets bug-bit and sweat slathered,. Overcome by a miserable stasis? Some days discomfort will hunt you down,. Smear you with honey and pepper,. Try like a devil to make you frown. Wash your car. Get A/C. Take a shower. Smile. Be free. View my complete profile.
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Where Poetry Goes to Die: The Home Front
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Gods of the the Copybook Headings. Thursday, July 31, 2014. He had a bowl of Grape Nuts. He drank a glass of juice. He talked a bit at table,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fearlessly writing "things.". View my complete profile. Here Lies A. Dormer: He Got Tired. A View From Behind the Curtain. Christian Classics Ethereal Library. U of M - Gardening. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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eirene: February 2011
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The civics of the Kingdom of God. Friday, February 11, 2011. Is Death a Social Construct? Over on Kirby's blog. G M Palmer posted a link to Easter. A remarkable poem by Jill Alexander Essbaum. Kirby felt the poem was “very secular.” This seemed to deeply miss the point of Essbaum's poetry, which struck me as a poignant reflection on a central paradox of Easter. JH has lamented the lack of the surreal over on Lutheran Surrealism. Let's have some here. Is death a social construct? I'm thinking, yes.
