Monthly Archives: October 2015

Of All Things…

Of all things that are ever known Is man the only knower known, So those who state that man’s not great Have lost first place in false debate. “The stars are greater,” some exclaim, But only man gives “great” a … Continue reading

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The Word (“The word of the earth in the ears of the world, was it God? was it man?”—Swinburne, “Hymn of Man”)

O word of “man”, A-top the concept, thing, that’s he, Upon my lips, yea, firmly lay Your master-morn of majesty, Forever mighty, forced by none, Not miracle, not lucky chance, But mover prime of upward run To rare new heights … Continue reading

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Never Done

I’m here, in dark, at dawn’s begin; Begins the ground to rise. Each outward step goes higher yet, As leader for my eyes. I look, look up; what do I see? A star as bright as bright can be! The … Continue reading

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The Guilty Gun

Inspector Joe Smith entered the apartment of Tom Swazi at 9:49 p.m. The door had been unlocked and there was no response to his loud knock. He had responded to an anonymous tip that shots had been fired. Mr. Swazi … Continue reading

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Altruism is False-uism

What is duty? Conduct due to moral superiors. Down with inferior superiors! Judge none as high Who want to control your “I”! For they are low, as low as they can go! Altruism is but the killer’s tool To twist … Continue reading

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Up Straight

The flower Right must not grow wrong, The hall of truth must flood—with song; The mildest word of Logic’s force Must be like steel upon its course: That living men catch joy at last To let religion blow on past, … Continue reading

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Master Hero

Bound by beauty nowhere found But on the artist’s birthing ground, Lit by sharpish sight full smit With spark of thought that lives for it, Held, now, by its strength’ning spell, Sees he canvas asking, bare, Sees his leading vision … Continue reading

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His Ideal

How glorious glows the brightness of your brow! How radiant shines the wind-fall of your hair! How gallant down the trees before you bow As high upon that hilltop stand you fair. Your light hands seem to lightly lift the … Continue reading

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Twilight Celebration

Light weakens, to pale blue; It’s almost white ere night. Wind dies, no flag flies; Just one lone crow in sight. “Caw, caw, caw!” from pole to pole He shouts and flaps and hops. Way high a zoom jets by, … Continue reading

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Jose Capuletti

Do not let yourself be satisfied with seeing pictures of paintings and sculptures on Facebook. I mentioned seeing the paintings of Jose Capuletti in an earlier post. Now I will try to convey my real experience. In 1968 (I believe) … Continue reading

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Unbound

I painted a painting— It was so true I brought up your inside To the outside of you. Your mom didn’t like it, Said you looked much too bold With that sharp chin and eye Not the shyness of old. … Continue reading

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The Great Artist

Gig Smith was a photographer who thought of himself as an artist. When he came upon what he regarded as a fit subject he almost purred as he stepped this way and that, away from and closer to it. Gin, … Continue reading

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A New Day

Thump, thump the drums, A new day comes! Trumpets, out! Blare and shout! Blast a dare All about! Stride and swing! Bells, give ring! Pipe and fife, Blow for life! Singers, now, Joy avow! Throw to sky Songs of “I”! … Continue reading

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Baby Clouds

High, white, tiny, baby clouds fly. Through and under blue they flow. Soft and bright, round or ragged, off, Soundlessly profound, sunlight crowned. Through and under blue they flow; Nowhere going, still they go. I do follow cross the sky, … Continue reading

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Storm For Man

O massive spread of proud, dark cloud, O thunder low and rumbling strong, Majestic highest head unbowed, With bright white lash your breaking song; O motion mighty, sky’s great train, O stop-less force that brings wet gain, I stand, I … Continue reading

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Matchless Art

The sparrow cheeps from dawn till night, Then sleeps till cometh on new light. No sparrow I, who any hour Gives empty page my lyric power. There silently my song lies still Till eyes take in and mind gives will … Continue reading

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True Love Kissed

I stood on mount up o’er a vale; Beneath me all was mist so pale The tops of trees were barely seen, Nor trail nor rock where I had been. A-blot with fog my past was gone, A-top the world … Continue reading

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Ever-Changing!

The storm comes in with steady swell, Its joyous strength arising well. Some trees now bend, while others snap; Some waves now toss a high white cap. The gulls now wheel and scream delight To feel the storm in its … Continue reading

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