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Confabulations: Your past
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Monday, February 20, 2012. Is the blinking neon sign outside the bedroom window. That helplessly trickles in through the blinds. To come to rest. On your skin's restless cadence. The sublime tenderness that colours my everything. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Awesome Inc. template. Template images by richcano.
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Confabulations: The beautiful game
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Wednesday, June 13, 2012. Poland vs Russia, refereed by a German. Red shirts amid waves of white. In the heart of Warsaw. Of a Polish equaliser. Scream, scream, scream. What a glorious glorious glorious thing sport is. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Awesome Inc. template. Template images by richcano.
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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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Confabulations: The most evocative thing ever put to film
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Saturday, May 12, 2012. The most evocative thing ever put to film. Carlos Kleiber conducting the Liebestod from Wagner's "Tristan und Isolde". At Bayreuth, perhaps 1975.]. There you have it, the only thing any of us will ever need to know. The purpose of art, the justification of all existence. Mild und leise,. Wie er lächelt,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. And the day arrives. The most evocative thing ever put to film.
