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Jul 9

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I’m with the Band!

I love the nightlife.  I like to boogie.

Okay, not really.  But if I did, I figured I’d be out of luck in Fredericksburg.  I mean, we don’t get a lot of action around here.  This isn’t New York City, after all; we roll up our streets at 10pm.  But it used to be eight, so there’s progress for ya.

Wasn’t I just reminiscing and mooning over the lost simplicity of my little old home town?  Wasn’t I just waxing nostalgic for the way it was?  Some people are just never satisfied.

Sure we have ten times more restaurants and shopping centers than we did when I was a kid.    But I perceive our growth as sprawl: getting ever wider, without moving up.  Despite all the development, it’s still so…mundane.  Where’s the vibrancy?  Where’s the fun?  *sigh*  This town is so boring.

What’s that?  No.  Um…  No.  Well… continue reading…

Jul 6

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Dust

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I gaze upon the room,
and lifetimes spent here
shift across my vision.

I cross the creaking
floorboards, hay-covered,
and open spaces gape up
at me like some wide
and toothless grin.

I grope along walls
all newsprint papered,
fingers peeling back
a layer of years,
and the yellowed records
of days gone by
leave their handprints on me.

I breathe in the dust
of so many lives past,
and their memories,
floating in the air around me,
swirl ‘round and then,
catching in some slanted ray,
shine one still moment
and flutter silent
to the ground.

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Jun 29

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What’s in a Word?

just words

words that I like

words that sound like what they are

words that sound like they taste

words that roll off the tongue

words that are a feast, in and of themselves

orange

enamoured

cool

quinine

hush

pulsating

rhythmic

devine

if you’re a writer of any kind

you know the power of words

not just their meanings

but their structure

how long they are or short they are

or easily comprehended

or hard to digest

Righteous

brittle

colloquial

sob

thunderous

M’s bring your voice down like the mumbled murmurs of a murderous mob

S’s are sssslinky and sssslithery and they sssslide down your gullet

gullet – now that’s a good word

Z’s are more zingy and zippy and even a bit zesty

they’re zealous and so full of zeal

violet

velocity

vindictive

vicious

vociferous

V’s are so very very vivacious!

eviscerate

wretched

absinthe

incinerate

loath

why are so many words I like creepy

harbor

grace

tadpole

elation

how is it that a few simple words can

brighten my mood or make me feel good

or make me feel better about myself

quill

fortitude

brazier

scrumptious

quiver

bulbous

some words are fun to say

and some are fun to mean

flatulence

transient

rhubarb

gelatinous

sensual

lugubrious

words are flexible and versatile

and interpretive and so powerful

even though they’re just words

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May 28

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What is Art? Contradicting Tolstoy

In preparation for the next Query, I’ve been asking people this  question about Art:  “What do you think is more important, the perception of the audience, or the intent of the artist?”  (Click here to see what people said.)

Yesterday, I posted a poem and asked readers to interpret its meaning.  I know what the poet intended, but I can personally think of at least three different possible interpretations.  In past discussions, some have said they don’t have a clue what it’s about, but they just don’t like it.  Not because they can’t figure it out, but specifically because it makes them uncomfortable.

So let me rephrase the original question: is it enough to elicit any response, or does it have to be the right response? continue reading…

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