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That sovereign of insufferables, Oscar Wilde has ensued with his opulence of twaddle and his penury of sense. He has mounted his hind legs and blown crass vapidities through the bowel of his neck, to the capital edification of circumjacent fools and foolesses, fooling with their foolers.
Grab your favorite beverage and prepare to enjoy the reads. So often over the years, people who learned about my diagnosis of bone cancer and partial amputation of my pelvis in my early twenties, would say how courageous I was. I had seven surgeries over eleven years and never once felt courageous. I would deny that I was courageous at all, thereby, denying their opinion of me, almost like calling them a liar or fool.
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind.
Bust the lock right off the door. Dreams that I had forgotten about. Dreams I dreamed ten years ago. In a time when there was no doubt. But even a bad influence. Peace is never far from right.
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Monday, October 15, 2012. In order to seek other markets for my poetry I have, most reluctantly, unpublished the contents of this blog since most publications reject items previously published, and in most cases a blog is considered a previous publication. In order to seek other markets for my poetry I hav.
Tune in to Spirit World Restless. Poet Speaks Out on the radio! Listen to Judih on Spiritplants Radio. Conversation with Raymond Soulard, Jr,. We talk a little about how I got to a kibbutz in Israel, how art influences my writing and associations linked to all that. This is a conversation from back in 2011, but still relevant.
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Saturday, September 28, 2013. All the gold and riches Daddy made,. Have done to me, more harm than good. The calling of a dollar, I eagerly obeyed,. But happiness was something, I never understood. Oh how I loved the lime light, and the company of rich folks,. I, the prodigal son, who played so well, the part of clown. I kept them all in stitches, plied with drink and smoke,. As I led my jolly caravan, all about the town. Fast cars and faster women, were at my beckoned call,.