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In a few days will repost a sequence…

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…which was and is essentially the catalyst to the Shakespeare project in that the insight I gained in writing these nine sonnets caused me to understand Will Shakespeare’s 154 sonnets in a way in which I could not have done had I not written these.  I have posted a link to this sequence to the right.  See the link entitled “Notes to Myself,” which I have also included here for convenience.

Can it be that any of these are related articles:

Today I tried something new…

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…and checked something off my long, long, long list. I have wanted to write some kind of series or epic based on Rudyard Kipling’s “The Gods of the Copybook Headings.” This was a prophetic piece much neglected, partly because hardly anyone now alive knows what a copybook is–or was–thanks, in large part, to the widespread implementation of marxist education theory in government schools, and in fact, in most other schools as well. Continue reading →

Sonnet: 101.8

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About me all reality doth spin,
The ground beneath my feet doth buck and twist,
My eyes alight on anything herein,
And will perceive its panic-worthy list.

And panic is the most confused of sound
Which swells and whirls around my pounding ears,
Confusing and directionless: its sound,
Exacerbating measureless: my fears.

Perceive I not the matter I may touch,
As whether hard or soft, or hot or cold.
Although such nature hardly matters much,
such things are all completely uncontrolled.

My digits, my appendages feel thick
I think I am most positively sick.

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The Male Form…

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…as seen from my own point of view…

This sequence is posting at present is a celebration of The Male Form.  I believe it is complete as of this date–though one never really knows.  Its mirror image will post some time in the future.  As of this date, I still feel it to be an ongoing work, not having been rounded out, brought to cadence, &c.  There are possibly four more sonnets, give or take, in this distaff sequence.

One of the problems that I encounter with the writing of either sequence is that I can write endlessly on the subject of sensuality.  It is a subject on which I have thought in great detail and one which seems to me to possess an infinite number of facets.

I feel I would like to write more about the nature of such content, but I fear I would be misconstrued regardless.  I may do so at a later date at any case.  If I had more of an active readership, I could better compose such an essay as a reflection of whatever misconceptions crop up in the comment section–particularly in the members of the male sequence.  At this date, there are probably enough comments that it would be fairly easy to do this.  I am sure I would bore anyone to tears waxing infinite on such a subject.

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The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

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Just take a good look at Greece.  Modern, and ancient, for that matter.

In any event…  this is the face of insomnia, and partly why the sonnet project began in the first place.  I spend so much time awake while everyone else is asleep.

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