…in particular and the Xerex sequence, in general: It has long been rhapsodized by many throughout history that wine most fine produces vision most fine. It might appear, at first blush, that such a thing cannot possibly be the case; after all, such a notion seems to fly in the face of reason; the intoxicant in wine is ethanol; and one ethanol molecule conforms and behaves very much like any other. Why then do dreamers, poets, writers, painters, musicians–artists of all stripes–continue to entertain this notion; or rather, why do they continue to have just such an experience, be inspired by their awe of it, and subsequently, feel compelled to recount it? Continue reading
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Today’s offering…
…will be a sequence rather more ambitious than many entries here. Careful thought will be needed to do it justice. As such, I may have to allow an entry for a coma to drop. Of late, I have thought how these may be organized in a better way. But, I have a vested interest in the outcome either way it goes.
Intro: Sick
This strikes me somewhat
As a bit too Majorcan.
I must be slipping.
Ode to my virus?
Am I now losing my touch?
I dearly hope not!
Intro: Friends
If two near perfect
Friends so found one man alone,
He smileth always!
Intro: A Poetess…
I spoke once of her
Away, on a winter’s night
Not so long ago….
Long ago, I heard,
Chanced by some unlikely place,
Hauntingly, her voice.
Intro: 1996
Only natural,
That I should try this modern
Canopian form.
Intro: Q. E. D.
As man may achieve
So may he show others the way
By one selfish act.