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Monday, June 25, 2007
New beginnings
Possibly one of many pieces of poetry to come, presented in an aesthetic layout inspired by frontispieces to antique books, many examples of which can be found here. Fonts used: Trajan Pro, Bitstream Vera Serif and Adobe Garamond Pro.
TAGS: writing
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Fiction/Non-fiction 2
They say everything begins with a question. That it is the consequence of our curious disposition. And yet for all we seek we are not willing to acknowledge our own private confessions. These we hold back with gritted teeth and camouflage with daily soundbites of trivial things. Ours is no longer a listening mind. In this way we fail our true natures. Fear that perhaps we are mediocre creatures after all propels our aimless locomotion, yet only slight impressions bear witness to our passing. Fear that nothing is immanent impels us to create certainty from fiction and identity from falsehood. But we are not stardust, we are not beings of light or divine resonance. We are barely awake.
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Monday, June 04, 2007
Fiction/Non-fiction
Dreams bleed over into reality. They have a way of crossing over into real life, bringing with them all the promise and potency that only dreams can muster. They invade a dreary existence and, for a brief moment, I understand why we are all here. Within this short rupture I can see what we owe to ourselves; dark shapes of distant magnetism prompt us to go farther, to take one more step towards an unknowable horizon. They gift us with release: from the bonds of obligation; from the gravity of truth; from our own limited realisation of ourselves.
But it is brief. The constancy of mundane things weighs our spirits down and makes us small even as we struggle against a tide born of habit and momentum. Eventually, even the earnest pursuit of dreams will serve only to deliver us to some future gaol from which there is little reprieve.
TAGS: writing
But it is brief. The constancy of mundane things weighs our spirits down and makes us small even as we struggle against a tide born of habit and momentum. Eventually, even the earnest pursuit of dreams will serve only to deliver us to some future gaol from which there is little reprieve.
TAGS: writing
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