sonnet

 That I would be cast headlong in a flood
and swept to thither yon by waves and tides
would a more gentle Fate prefer. Love rides
a swifter past than all we whispered good.
Your whims were once but that. But now I see
more jagged ice afloat in this cold hell
than all the northern sailors would, pray tell;
Their arctic ventures distant shores to lee.
Feign not your worry,  Love.  I'll leave now.  Sent
by winds that tear the sails of what I'd hoped
would compensate for dreams had we eloped.
Alas, my heart  bedecked all bruised and bent.
 But nigh the night has come my life now hurled-
  A  plaything  in a mad tempest, twice twirled
 














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the real cultural imperative

Man has descended from the apes,
therefor we must love one another.






                                      Solovyev

of clay and salt

"One of the most dangerous errors is that civilization is automatically bound to increase and spread. The lesson of history is the opposite; civilization is a rarity, attained with difficulty and easily lost. The normal state of humanity is barbarism, just as the normal surface of the planet is salt water. Land looms large in our imagination and civilization in history books, only
because sea and savagery are to us less interesting."

- C.S. Lewis

keep an eye out

SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY

IF YOU SEE IT

SAY IT

...it occurs to me that publishing found poems may be suspicious