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Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
July 26, 2011
March 24, 2011
March 15, 2011
January 13, 2011
November 10, 2010
July 31, 2010
Goodbye, Paul
I'm not sure what to say,
nor whom to say it to.
It would be better if such news
were the work of a cruel prankster.
I'd rather be angry than mourn.
Yesterday, I was stunned and saddened by the news of the death of Paul Squires of Gingatao. He will be missed by many around the blogsphere, and I will miss finding his comments here.
Paul Squires was a light. The world is darker without him.
nor whom to say it to.
It would be better if such news
were the work of a cruel prankster.
I'd rather be angry than mourn.
Yesterday, I was stunned and saddened by the news of the death of Paul Squires of Gingatao. He will be missed by many around the blogsphere, and I will miss finding his comments here.
Paul Squires was a light. The world is darker without him.
February 28, 2010
December 25, 2009
December 24, 2009
November 27, 2009
November 24, 2009
October 04, 2009
September 27, 2009
August 10, 2009
Dang Me
This song has been stuck in my head for about a month now. Thought I'd share. I'm generous like that.
July 27, 2009
July 20, 2009
July 18, 2009
Little Sparrows
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall
to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very
hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." (Matthew 10:29-31)
They belong. Yes, never doubt that.
But they fear people. They crack.
I've heard it before. Art happens
without the space it takes up.
It must be better and worst--
designed
to appeal
to anyone.
Say whatever you want.
They're all out there--lost
children. It's a free culture.
The world resists resolution.
It doesn't always make sense.
to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very
hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." (Matthew 10:29-31)
They belong. Yes, never doubt that.
But they fear people. They crack.
I've heard it before. Art happens
without the space it takes up.
It must be better and worst--
designed
to appeal
to anyone.
Say whatever you want.
They're all out there--lost
children. It's a free culture.
The world resists resolution.
It doesn't always make sense.
July 17, 2009
July 12, 2009
July 08, 2009
What the hell is up with google/blogger?
I pop in today. Everything looks normal. I leave, wander around the net, and when I come back my "Bright and Shiny Poets" links are missing. Damn. So I go inside settings and check, and the links are still there. Hmmm. I come back to this page and the links are up again. But NOW when I click on any of my bright and shiny poets links I find a big ugly yellow feeds box slapped on the top of their blogs. Who the hell thought that one up? Idiots. Off with their heads! I hope I'm dreaming...
::two minutes later:: It's back to normal.
Since you're here anyway, might as well have some FUN.
::two minutes later:: It's back to normal.
Since you're here anyway, might as well have some FUN.
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