“You have to learn how to die, if you wanna be alive” sings Jeff Tweedy of Wilco, backed by jangly guitar music – and every time I hear it, I’m scared a little. Not enough to make me stop or pause but enough to nag at me for a while. I suppose the reason why …
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Collection 4: Satire
Not all my poems are quite as brooding and serious as the previous material I’ve posted on this blog might suggest. Occasionally, I find it an interesting exercise to try and have some fun through good ol’ fashioned social satire. Without further ado, here are my satirical takes on life in poem form. Humanism Pride …
Collection 3: Images
On occasion, in periods of boredom or anxiety or even at complete random, amorphous, fuzzy images enter the faint recesses of my mind. They lay just out of reach, not tangible enough for me to be able to draw them or describe their features and characteristics. These images exist more as a tumultuous clash of …
Collection 2: Mirages
The world of mankind seems to me to be built upon a foundation of facades and collective fictions. Not all of these are sinister, of course. I have fictions to thank for government, economics, politics, law, all such amorphous castles in the clouds. Yet there exist mirages that lead us into deserts and wastelands where …
Collection 1: War
As a history buff, War has always been fascinating to me. I mean sure, learning about war is cool and all, and video games from Battlefield to Total War are great platforms to have fun with gameplay and strategy. However, what often passes under the radar is the condition of the fighting man himself. The …
The Galley with No Name 