Tales of the Tribe http://wp.me/p102ON-E6 Synopsis: Society creates the stories it tells itself: factual, specious, apocryphal, dishonest; by any rendition, according to Wallace Stevens, will still be a fiction. Myth wears the clothes of its culture, will always be a social fact, and those who would eschew these basic facets of humanity, will prove […] Continue reading
An abstract journey through concrete Americana with a lagniappe through the “Great Discussion.” From serious humor to light-hearted gravitas, this is a trip you need to enjoy. Poetic postcards of Americana will be provided for. Our trip commences upon your arrival at Union Station, and continues until we arrive at a Paradigm Shift – […] Continue reading
One day, mid-day, maybe noon, not before, there came a loud crashing and thrashing at door. I was resting from reading an old poem of Poe’s, and I’d just laid back when I started to doze. The noise now awoke me, and my senses still slow, a flutter then flapping, would stop and then go. […] Continue reading
…. Once, we were soldiers, Boys of eighteen; Intrepid and stupid, One just sixteen. Some were rock stolid, Caught-up in fraught; In rightness of action, Righteous, we thought. We were the children Of the Great War Our fathers had fought in, So there’d be no more. Dearer to children, O Lord! Give us pause – […] Continue reading
Oh, come now, Virginia, why look so dark? Why not just smile, and be out? The day’s not so long and soon we’ll be gone, in short time, Virginia, no doubt. So what’s that you say? For me, a short stay? For you, it’s been a long while? Well, that may be true, but what […] Continue reading
Twenty-Four people . . . two rooms apart; Jury Selection, a Criminal Court. Each one, a stranger, another won’t know . . . but after some hours, affinities show. Everyone hungry by mid-afternoon . . . Sitting . . . Just sitting, Inside a locked room. “You look familiar . . . “Have we met […] Continue reading
How! Thou art strange! One day, sound fabric; Another day, change. Some say by havoc Brought out in fringe – O Tempora! O Mores! Thou art, impinged! What would thee, common, Follow, instead? The dictates of Mammon? Whose body, thy bread? What now dost thou wear? What skin to be current? Again! Thou has changed […] Continue reading
~ There’s just so much non-sense a soul can endure, From trivial minded, decided, obdure. I met one, one time, demeaning for sure, The current machine as debase and impure. Oh sure, they still do it, again and again; Forever and ever, and on to no end. Things just get bad for whoever is in. […] Continue reading
~ Who am I? What is my Purpose? What is the Meaning of Life? How should I know my Role in the Cosmos? Why do I have to die? What is this Love, and Sorrow and Laughter? What is this Yearning to Try? And why does it Turn, all that we Learn, Back, into Dust […] Continue reading
~ In the Land O Plenty a tow-head is born to a freshly made married young couple. They had gotten themselves perhaps into trouble, from whence a tow-head got formed. Her family, all farmers, migrate from strip-farms to steel-mills in Depression and war. His, they’re all vets, from Union and Rebel; they’re […] Continue reading
…. There are people who vie with people to be like people, though not the same. They are those who go to such great length in search for themselves, and self-esteem. Yet, still these people, they follow people; and live their lives, […] Continue reading
Pick Up a Lucky Penny. Put it in your pocket. Keep it, fast store it, safe away. Head’s Up, that’s Luck! That’s Good Luck you’ve found. Head’s Down, turned around, turn it over. Or, toss it away – Or, […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
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