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All The Noise Of Social Media

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A Quotation About Madness From Robin Williams

Robin Williams

Cover of Robin Williams

You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it. — Robin Williams

A Quotation About Being Faithful From Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa of Calcutta (26.8.1919-5.9.1997)...

Mother Teresa of Calcutta (26.8.1919-5.9.1997); at a pro-life meeting in 1986 in Bonn, Germany (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength  lies. — Mother Teresa


To The Art of Edgar Degas By David Campbell

David Campbell

Beachcomber on the shores of tears
Limning the gestures of defeat
In dancers, whores, and opera-stars –
The lonely, lighted various street

You sauntered through, oblique, perverse,
In your home territory a spy,
Accosted you and with a curse
You froze it with your Gorgon’s eye.

With what tense patience you refine
The everyness of everyday
And with free colour and a line
Make my mysteries of flaccid clay!

By what strange enterprise you live!
Edgy, insatiably alone,
You choose your tenderness to give
To showgirls whom you turn to stone –

But stone that moves, tired stone that leans
To ease involuntarily the toe
Of ballet-girls like watering-cans
(Those arguers at the bar) as though

In their brief pause you found relief
From posed dilemmas of the mind-
Your grudging aristocratic grief,
The wildcat cares of going blind.

Well, walk your evening streets and look
Each last eleven at the show:
The darkening pleasures you forsook
Look back like burning windows now.

A Mind-Blowing Dance Track From Askery

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So Much For Freedom Of Speech

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Father Returning Home By Dilip Chitre

Dilip Chitre

My father travels on the late evening train
Standing among silent commuters in the yellow light
Suburbs slide past his unseeing eyes
His shirt and pants are soggy and his black raincoat
Stained with mud and his bag stuffed with books
Is falling apart. His eyes dimmed by age
fade homeward through the humid monsoon night.
Now I can see him getting off the train
Like a word dropped from a long sentence.
He hurries across the length of the grey platform,
Crosses the railway line, enters the lane,
His chappals are sticky with mud, but he hurries onward.
Home again, I see him drinking weak tea,
Eating a stale chapati, reading a book.
He goes into the toilet to contemplate
Man’s estrangement from a man-made world.
Coming out he trembles at the sink,
The cold water running over his brown hands,
A few droplets cling to the greying hairs on his wrists.
His sullen children have often refused to share
Jokes and secrets with him. He will now go to sleep
Listening to the static on the radio, dreaming
Of his ancestors and grandchildren, thinking
Of nomads entering a subcontinent through a narrow pass.

Going With The Flow

compact-computer-keyboard-clip-artThese days, I don’t even hurt my brain to think up of a subject to write about; I merely go with the flow; I write about what is on my mind (And, it is easier that way and it saves a lot of time too).

There is no need for me to succumb to my perfectionist tendencies to produce an award-winning post; I write from the heart.

Although brainstorming is good at times, it can literally give you a headache if you do it too often; which is another reason why I am always eager to go with the flow.

Do you go with the flow where blogging is concerned? Or, do you plan out everything?

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In The Underworld By Isaac Rosenberg

Isaac Rosenberg

I have lived in the underworld so long:
How can you, a creature of light,
Without terror understand the song
And unmoved hear what moves in night?

I am a spirit that yours has found,
Strange, undelightful, obscure,
Created by some other God, and bound
In terrible darkness, breathing breath impure.

Creature of light and happiness,
Deeper the darkness was when you,
With your bright terror eddying the distress,
Grazed the dark waves and shivering further flew.

Some People Have Some Rather Interesting Commenting Policies

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