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Atheist
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 !
Poet
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: September 2009
Twitter poems
On twitter you might want to read @Longshiren, where I am posting very short images that seem pretty and poetic. Another experiment.
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small thoughts on language
One of the reasons for creating this blog is to show some of the things we go through to take an idea from basic words to a finished poem. Usually, the rough drafts, as shown below, are filled with the … Continue reading
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Short work
WELL, WE’RE AT WAR AGAIN Sand and bombs and ugly little desert spiders and a rancid smell death on the street or fear in the locals? Sitting in the waiting room at the VA hospital spinning the new wheelchair smells … Continue reading
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Poetry, the Rough Stuff 龙诗人 