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Everything in this world has a hidden meaning.-Nikos Kazantzakis (1883 – 1957) It's in responsibility that most people find the meaning that sustains them through life. It's not in happiness. It's not in impulsive pleasure."-Jordan Peterson (b. 1962) Death gives meaning to our lives. It gives importance and value to time. Time would become meaningless… Continue reading Life is meaningless unless you bring meaning to it…
My entry into micropoetry Recently, as I've noted, I completed a series of 365 micropoems, all of which I've scheduled to be posted on my Twitter account at a rate of one per day until Dec. 31st, 2021 (actually, until Jan. 1st, 2022). This experience, as you can imagine, has given me a feel for… Continue reading Micropoetry, a reflection
My 2nd kyrielle Kyrielle's rhyme scheme's open, but Three verses is (they say!) the floor. Still, I have come to heed my gut: Few verses are quite often more. I felt doubtful of short forms once; Epics seemed to pack louder roar... Now I know micros aren't runts! Few verses are quite often more. May… Continue reading Floor, or: Ceiling
My 2nd rondelet Is poetry My faith, rather than Judaism? Is poetry More to me than mere poesy? Each verse, every form ~ a new prism... Poetry is my bridge, not schism ~ Is poetry. P.S. This post was scheduled in advance because I am offline for two days (between sunset on Monday and sunset… Continue reading Prism, or: Schism
A shadorma crack words o- pen, peel off the syl- lables, flake by flake, like brilliant, beckoning, frac- tured, magical eggs
A dribble cleverness has fewer letters than meaningfulness \\ comes more readily \\ I lean upon it like a crutch \\ looks like I am running The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from… Continue reading Cleverness, or: Meaningfulness
My 1st soliloquy Soliloquy \\ ought to have soul else there is no 'I' o', I'm too oft \\ left asking, "Qui? Who's this pretentious guy? That likes to play \\ with syllables & words & letters \\ hell. You give me rules, I'll play with 'em \\ and do it fuckin' well. But what's… Continue reading Moi, ou: Qui?
An abhanga It would seem I have found my 'i' in poetri, discovered symmetry 'tween prayer and verse.
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