i no longer exist
in a digital format
in a digital format
the sleeper has awakened…
Monday, September 19, 2016
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
There is an up-side to memory loss...
There is an up-side to memory loss, as it becomes much easier to invent more honestly about what might have actually happened…
Friday, July 8, 2016
NERO’S FIDDLE
Hark!
I hear Music and Song…
Hark
the herald Angels sing of Death!
As the Galilean weeps and turns his cheek
Forsaken
again and again
It
is Nero’s Fiddle!
Bittersweet
Karma…
As
History repeats
While
hordes run amok
And
grandeur that was
Is
once again grand no more
“Vengeance is Mine” sayeth the American Jesus!
“Vengeance
is Mine” sayeth ISIS!
Shock
and Awe!
They
hate us because we are we
Shock
and Awe!
We
hate them because they are them
Muslims
Blacks the Poor the Rich
the
Them
O
say, can you see
By
the white heat of hate and the rockets’ red glare
The
twilight tomb of our nation?
Our
Karma
Truth
crucified
Un-resurrected
Radioactive
lies
Rotting
in the maw of
History’s stench
Nourishing
but Jackals and Hyenas preying on toxic remains
Again
and again and again…
Nero’s
Fiddle
Our
Karma
Stephen
Rowe, July 8, 2016
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Kaleidoscope
Truth is kaleidoscopic. You think or feel something, then Schizam!
A slight shift in perspective
and the entire field morphs, collapsing into a radically new configuration!
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Watching Fireflies from the Apple Tree Cave
Someday
you must come with a lawn chair to our place as the sun sets, and we will sit
together in a spacious Apple Tree Cave as fireflies emerge from the grass
within and beyond, their glows accented against ever-darkening backdrops of spruce
and other wild growth, and their cadences and intensities quicken in tune with
the waning light.
OK,
it's not quite as spectacular as this digital composition I created from a
photo at our place, but it truly is a beautiful experience. 8-10 people
could easily fit.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Snapshot Reflections and a Birthday Montage
As
Walt Whitman said, “I am vast. I contain multitudes.” So many phases across so many years, but unlike
lunar phases, unpredictable; many recurring throughout a month, a week, a day… even
within one hour! We all contain a thousand inconsistent multiples.
So
here we are, Facebook friends – but do you even begin to know me? Can I
possibly know you?
A
few snapshots, that’s all we have. Some chance memories and recollections… luminous
flashes that ironically blind us when we imagine we understand.
Still,
I love you all. You are my tribe, however little we truly know or understand each
other.
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Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Just Because...
Just Because You Wonder
Doesn't
Mean You Have To Know...
Just
Because You Know
Doesn't
Mean You Have To Say...
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| Midnight Words of a Silent Man (Volume IV) |
Monday, March 7, 2016
I Thought of You Today
March 5, 2015
March madness, high school sectionals. Was in Angola for Saturday coffee at a little windowed place on the Circle, white snow on the ground, pep squad wrapping downtown poles with multicolored ribbons, caught me by surprise, hadn't thought about HS basketball all year. Looked on the internet, was going to see if a friend wanted to meet up wherever Garrett might be playing, but learned Angola already beat Garrett 70-something to 40!
Not like it used to be...
But the girls looked the same – fresh, young, happy, excited, hopeful... And I thought of you
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Armand G Eddon
Insanity
Merely a word
Un-imaginative
people use
To convince themselves
That they understand
the world
Armand G Eddon
Children don't tell their parents
everything, nor parents their children, nor siblings each other... So much we will never know! The difference being that children, even
grown up, are far more naïve than their parents. So much that my
younger siblings never knew! And so much that my father, who was in Korea
when I – that is, when we were born – never knew. And so
it was with Armand, my psychotic but brilliant twin brother, whom I
would never meet except through letters, yet who would ultimately teach me so much...
Yes, we were twins – identical even, though
separated at birth. My mother chose me while her sister took in
Armand, named after their father, who was in fact my biological
father as well - a shame that the man I always called father never
knew. Nor my siblings, nor even I,
until my father passed in 2005. Then, finally, I met my prolific twin, Armand.
Or if not him, at least his words. So
many words... So many pages! Volumes characterized by
abstruse, arcane sesquipedalian tangles enmeshed in matrices far too
long to be called paragraphs. A deluge of inscrutable
madness...
And yet there was something... Lunatic, yet radiant... Shimmers of alien moons... Some kind of
spiritual synesthesia signifying vast, presently unfathomable... yet
perhaps – just perhaps, some kind of ultimate knowing... ?
No. Surely this was insane!
~~~~~~~~~~
Imagine my shock! A PhD
statistician, steeped in analysis and prediction... Rational,
deliberate, cautious, calculating, weighing probabilities, quantifying
standard deviations, computing likelihoods of type one and type two
errors...
And now? A biological father I never
knew, and a psychotic identical twin spouting reams of
incomprehensible madness in a world that cannot be!
And yet it was...
~~~~~~~~~~
And so it is. Finally I understand,
though I cannot possibly communicate my enlightenment - that is,
Armand's enlightenment – to any other earthly soul. Enlightenment
that, for me, could only have come per our reunion. Our
completion.
Armand has since passed, and so have "I". We are now merged as one.
I don't expect anyone to
understand, especially not my siblings or children.
But you? Maybe....
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Midnight Words of a Silent Man (Volume IV)
In
case you can't read the graphic, it is an excerpt from
Midnight Words of a Silent Man (Volume
IV)
Babylon,
Once
an ancient city in Mesopotamia,
Is
now is a state in Cyberspace
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