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Irrational Rationalities: Footnotes
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011. Patience is the unimpeachable. Chivalry of a straight line; poems. Are just blood and bones, one. Unreasonably mad with the other;. Pride is the boisterous sadness. Of a defaced old coin; youth. Is a dead man's treasure, wistfully. Squandered when he was young;. Love is a bloodless papercut,. Sudden, invisible and stinging; anger is. A stirring serenade to the old neighbour's. Dead cat; maturity is the unflinching art. Of pretending to be somebody else;. View my complete profile.
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Irrational Rationalities: September 2014
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Monday, September 29, 2014. This is how the universe begins. Light bulbs in our hearts. Circular waves of our light. Into cities, continents, hemispheres, orbits, galaxies. This day, love,. Tuesday, September 23, 2014. Like a voice in a dream. My ancient mariner's compass. Under the wicked paths of the stars. My eyes are on the road ahead,. Navigating the car in a sea of darkness. We're going somewhere,. Purpose is an afterthought. Outside our windows,. Cars and hours rush past,. I imagine your beauty.
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Irrational Rationalities: Sunday
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Monday, September 29, 2014. This is how the universe begins. Light bulbs in our hearts. Circular waves of our light. Into cities, continents, hemispheres, orbits, galaxies. This day, love,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. For the man who gave me Asterix. Template images by Graffizone.
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Irrational Rationalities: June 2015
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Monday, June 8, 2015. The long corridor of life. Is still at its beginning. The darkness at the back looms large. But life, like time,. The road is paved with choices,. And the distant sweetness of youth. But he can't see it yet. Life's sly deceits,. The transparent burdens of adulthood,. They are yet to come. No one has warned him. What he does not do. As much as what he does do. Nor has he been advised. What he is and what he wants to be. Will forever be opposite sides of a coin. Dreams from memory,.
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Irrational Rationalities: October 2014
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Tuesday, October 28, 2014. No matter how hard I try. I can never recall. The colour of your eyes. It's almost as if. I want to see them for the first time. We spent walking in the Père Lachaise? Summer had just ended,. But the birds didn't seem to know it yet. It was the first time. I saw tears in your eyes. Night came down swiftly. Like a vast, mute protest. There were no stars to be seen. My favourite picture of you. Features only a part of your palm. In the backseat on a highway. Except for the hand.
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Irrational Rationalities: July 2014
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Monday, July 14, 2014. The first instalment is here. Beauty is the stillness. Of mirrors; Religion is a signpost. In an open desert; Goodbye. Is the weight of a rose on a headstone;. Travel is a means of forgetting; Photography. Is the currency of impermanence; Hope is. A stranger's smile seen through one's tears;. Novels are second hand dreams; Parenthood. Is a long, slow education in letting go;. Regret is curiosity gone astray; Sadness is. An abandoned parasol in the monsoon;. View my complete profile.
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Irrational Rationalities: For the man who gave me Asterix
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Wednesday, September 3, 2014. For the man who gave me Asterix. You would be in your armchair. Steel tea glass in hand, a book or two on the armrest,. Legs crossed in dayless leisure. I would arrive,. Smelling of chalk dust and skipped homework,. Clutching an Asterix adventure,. It had happened again. My Caesar was great,. But Gaul was greater. Druids in white, fat men in stripes,. Valour in a droopy moustache,. What could a poor emperor do? Oh how it must have amused you,. And you would grin. I, in a hur...
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Irrational Rationalities: Footnotes II
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Monday, July 14, 2014. The first instalment is here. Beauty is the stillness. Of mirrors; Religion is a signpost. In an open desert; Goodbye. Is the weight of a rose on a headstone;. Travel is a means of forgetting; Photography. Is the currency of impermanence; Hope is. A stranger's smile seen through one's tears;. Novels are second hand dreams; Parenthood. Is a long, slow education in letting go;. Regret is curiosity gone astray; Sadness is. An abandoned parasol in the monsoon;. July 14, 2014 at 12:43 PM.
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Irrational Rationalities: Cuddapah, 1995
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Monday, June 8, 2015. The long corridor of life. Is still at its beginning. The darkness at the back looms large. But life, like time,. The road is paved with choices,. And the distant sweetness of youth. But he can't see it yet. Life's sly deceits,. The transparent burdens of adulthood,. They are yet to come. No one has warned him. What he does not do. As much as what he does do. Nor has he been advised. What he is and what he wants to be. Will forever be opposite sides of a coin. Dreams from memory,.
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Irrational Rationalities: Resurrection
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Wednesday, June 25, 2014. Tuesday evening in your pyjamas,. The apple juice is drinking nicely. As yellow light bounces off yellow walls. The slow-motion machinery of the evening. The dry socks, the fallen cushions,. The router's blinks, the air conditioner's hum,. Scratches on the surface of life. You see the blank pages on your desk. And think to yourself,. Maybe poetry is the language of elsewhere,. Just as you do, as if on cue. The past gathers itself into a huge wave. All of the twenty nine years,.
