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Statements of Being
What Kind Of Atheist Are You?
You are one of life’s enjoyers, determined to get the most you can out of your brief spell on Earth. What first attracted you to atheism was the prospect of liberation from the Ten Commandments, few of which are compatible with a life of pleasure.
You can see the point of abstract principles, and might sacrifice for a concept, although it would need to be better than sex. You really would lay down your life for a friend. A champagne humanist, you admire George Bernard Shaw for his cheerful agnosticism and pursuit of sensual rewards.
Sometimes you might be tempted to allow your own pleasures to take precedence over your ethics, but you know everyone is striving for that elusive balance between the good and the happy life.
Open another bottle and go forward !
What Type of Poet Are You?
To craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. To have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery... or intense heartbreak. To naturally be a poet. To split infinitives.
City ... London
You belong in London, but you belong in many cities... Hong Kong, Paris, San Francisco, Tokyo, Rome, Sidney. You fit in almost anywhere. London is diverse and international enough to satisfy your tastes. From curry to Shakespeare, London has it all!
Monthly Archives: January 2007
But I recently just went off and wrote at breakneck speed about being a lover of words, and below is what i came up with. Perhaps we can make it into a short Edda or a long lament, or perhaps … Continue reading
As an idea for a poem (inscape, imagist, and sensuous), I think writing a series of couplets or verse (triplets at the most) about Spices would be interesting. My brothers and I were talking about spices and cooking, and i … Continue reading
A Blues (This will go unto the songwriting and blues pages when it is more satisfactory. Until then, please tell me what you would rewrite.) Sing me a song about Rachel I remember her so well Sing a sweet song … Continue reading
Kyoto, Ancien Haute Couture of Modern Japan It is only true in the evenings in August cars desist, Shrines are lit, manners polished The city of Kimono’d women fills again ancient ghosts walk streets chattering here they pass through gates … Continue reading
Charlotte Amalie The place to shop here is the Bishop Tutu Mall … an occasional revolutionary parking lot But in the heat, the slow pace of afternoons outside cemeteries (New Orleans copied these, A Caribbean standard … … almost Japanese … Continue reading
Some rough, some smooth, and here’s 2 Cinquains, one old, one new, both finished, not rough, and contented. ****************************************** Sometimes the image is only a gentle touch Among quiet hours When cold harsh lights Will not intrude the dusky softness. … Continue reading
If you are interested, this has gone on to comparisons, with a new version added. Poetry (A little pretentious?) This is the love of words, of cadence set upon the sea of rhyme caressed within your heart, tossed upon your … Continue reading
Today, there are 3,000 Americans boys and girls dead in a little desert stupidity. Here are pictures of other stupidities. GOD IS A HELICOPTER Slung under and about with modern machinery fast firing guns and faster rockets stand me in … Continue reading
And changing the links, perhaps organizing pages. Should we create new pages for each category of poem? Or spread them willy nilly across the screen, and perhaps load an avatar? I think I’ll find all the poetry spread across my … Continue reading
Found on a 22 year old computer Testing my oldest PC, a 1984 Leading Edge XT, I found this poem on the hard drive (it’s not my oldest computer, that’s a 1980 CP/M Kaypro II, but it’s not a PC). … Continue reading
Take a look at these attempts, tell me what would you rewrite, and why, And thanks in advance for the dialogue. A Lost Love Song Summers eve upon the plain a languid silky shadowed sky lazy dusky sunshine warm prairie … Continue reading